Harley Rider Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Sitting there without a care into the distance, I stare
Between my thighs a power to unleash when I care
Preparing my body curled like a cat ready to spring
I want to get going fly fast and flowing like a bird on wing
My foot lashes down with a powerful stroke
Growling, hissing never missing
Firing well, by the noise I can tell
With a flick of my foot, gears gel
Racing away through the gears I play
Seventy, eighty faster more, more speed I pray
Ninety turns to one hundred in a whisper
One hundred and ten, one twenty I hear nothing crisper
Speed builds up to one forty I get
No police now or I will regret
The bends I near lay down to the ground
Just to get at this speed this bike around
Time to slow up, and go have a cup
Thirsty work this fun, cheers, bottoms up