Smart Poem by Terry Donovan

They bought a big red motorbike,
Italian and quite dear
And had it fitted at the shop
With colour-matching gear.

They then bought matching helmets
And two one-piece leather suits.
Everything was bought to match,
Including gloves and boots.

They kept it in a lock-up shed
And cleaned it once a week.
But sometimes stood it on the path
To let folk have a peek.

The first time that they took it out
Turned out to be their last.
Not only was it beautiful
But it was very fast.

The paramedics stood and stared
And sadness filled each heart.
They and the bike lay in a heap -
And didn't they look smart!