demise or otherwise of an iron horse rider

thinking back 'bout a guy I loved

went by the name of mad Mike

long haired,petrol head,

straddler of a Harley Davidson bike

so many times we went the distance

and I don't mean in miles

usual spliff after fucking

smiling at each others smiles.

 

We used to blur to the coast

at death challenging speeds

in the sand dunes both gave

to each others hot needs

but our wild days came to an end

when he crash damaged our health

 

since our spilt he married a rich bitch

and lives off her wealth.

Later,sadly divorced from his meal ticket

and his over-spoiled brood

became good friends with crack and Jack Daniels

and loves the ladies,he hires,as long as they're sadistically crude.

◄ # cauld lang time #

remediation ►

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Rose Casserley

Sat 24th Dec 2016 17:13

thanks mucho AM.Have a good'un!

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Rose Casserley

Thu 22nd Dec 2016 21:25

Good on yer Col and ta humungously tuther chaps! Yep,mad mike is make-believe mad mike Jems.You'd never catch me astride a metal stallion-a two legged flesh and blood one mebbe!

P&S-if you's think that in this weather I would expose me pancakes to the elements-fink again!!



Rose 💋💋💋💋

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Jemima Jones

Wed 21st Dec 2016 12:32

Am I to assume Rose,that mad Mike is aka mythical mad Mike? Hope so! Keep your tootsies on solid ground,I say.Thank you.Jemima.

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Tue 20th Dec 2016 21:25

erm......'scuse us,but this ain't bad,considering you told us that your preference was for four wheels! haha!

We could add-liar! liar! your pants are on fire! but there again,and according to this fab poem,of those (undies) you might be somewhat bereft!

Loved this R.C.

P&S. xx

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