Bare Beams and Butters!

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!

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