Nigel was a four-wheeled hater,
feeding up the carburetor
- of his brand new black and silver motorbike.
Said it gave a sense of freedom,
and we didn't really need 'em
- fussy leather suits and helmets and the likes
He waited until suns had set,
deliberately he'd forget
- to cover up his scrawny bag of bones
Rode naked as the day is long,
completing every bare furlong,
- feeling every bump from every fallen stone!
Moors with trees and mossy mounds,
became his chosen riding ground,
- and he revved his biker's glory to the hilt
No windscreen there to hang things cubic,
windswept hair and all things pubic
- feeling how a Scotsman proudly wears his kilt!
Such a feeling to be free,
and for the whole wide world to see
- nature joining with the beauty of machines
Tomorrow he would make his point,
and would doubly annoint
- could a human oily body be obscene?!
So he took a slow commute,
in his grown up birthday suit
- tying back and tucking under things that dangle
But in this mode that he preferred,
a sirens' shrill was clearly heard
- he had to look at things now from a different angle!
Hard he kicked and rode away,
in the naked light of day
- there were crimes in life he'd never ever deem
Though such a liberating sight,
could only fulfill joy at night
- and moon the moon in motorbike head-beams!
The next night came - and he was laughing
(though certain bits of him were chafing!)
This dusty pink cloud racing towards he......
Vroom! Vroom! Vroom! My God! He spied her,
a two-wheeled Lady Godiva
- giving it the very best of Delta - V
So, the pair grew old together,
and only in the kinder weather
- they'd ride over moors in old butt-naked glee
He nut cracked, she nipple surfed,
both for better or for worse
On two wheels or future hacker should it be!
12 comments:
did she have big boobs?
That was really cool. I was starting to form a tune in my mind, maybe some kind of Southern rock thing. Let's call Lynyrd Skynyrd and see what they can put together! ;-)
Skillful, inventive and smart.
I have a friend who is growing old on the back of her husband's motorbike. Not like this, though (at least not that I'm aware of...hmmm...) This was a delightful romp. Thanks.
I love the country song feel of your poem.
Love this tale of naked glee...
Ha ha one deserves the other! Happy story- love the rhymes!
I'll take two wheels over four ~~ any day! Vroooooooommmmmm.
I'm sure Cad and Ada would feel a kinship! :-)
Better to be chapped than wear chaps?
Love the ending especially very charming and I love the way your poem flowed. Made me smile =)
such a cleverly happy duo! Cheers!
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