Eddie's Bike Poem by John Carter Brown

Eddie had a motorbike
A Norton big and red,
it had five hundred CCs too
that throbbed right through my head.

I sat astride the pillion
as down the street we raced,
me hanging on to Eddie's waist
with both feet firmly placed.

I have to say, an awful thrill
that shook me from my buckles
flew right up my inside leg
and to my snow-white knuckles.

The throttle took a twisting
as Eddie pushed us on,
the speedo climbing quickly
as it neared the magic ton.

Eddie had a motorbike
five hundred full CCs
throttle wide until I ask,
'can we stop now Eddie... please? '

Yes, Eddie used to be my friend
with Norton big and red,
then Eddie scared me half to death
and ruined my street cred'.

(Written June 2016)