As I was walking down a hill
Of my home town, it's called "Weirdville"
Ahead of me, 3 skaters came
As if their boards, propelled by flame
For freely they went flying by
No pushing needed, they barely tried
Then truly did I there behold
4 skooters dashed, with blue and gold
Just as the skaters had before
whistling past myself they tore.
To cap it off on this strange day
2 Roller bladers entered the fray
To match the groups already seen
They passed quick like they'd never been
I thought how strange, this town of mine
So many wonders, and strange signs.

What is so strange about my town of Weirdville?