Weekend Wanderer
A buffeting breeze smashes the cobwebs from befuddled braincells
As the sun glints off gleaming chrome, many a mile away from home
As the flies embed in grins miles wide, over hill and tor, past idling tide
The sights, the sounds the scenery abounds
The sensations the feeling the tyres a squealing
My company on this voyage of speed, helmet, leathers and trusted steed
My company a memory on this voyage of speed a memory ‘til Monday ill concede
<Deleted User> (6895)
Sun 15th Sep 2013 22:51
ps-will be doing poem with posing pikky of me on my machine in very near future-Mrs Scaredycat Wilde wont be riding pillion she says!ah well! her loss,my gain-on the cost of leathers and helmet!xx
<Deleted User> (6895)
Sun 15th Sep 2013 22:28
cool bike!cool poem! wont be long before my(Mr Wildes)custom chopper is gonna be delivered! cant wait!keep cruising guys!
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<Deleted User> (9882)
Mon 16th Sep 2013 16:40
Mr Wilde on a motorbike!?....LOOK OUT EVERYONE! nice to see a biker poem Alan-cheers.x