There are two
things in my garage, that bring me endless joy
A man should have
a hobby, so he can be a little boy
The majesty of
the engines, the glory of the style
As I lean them
into the bends, and ride on through the miles
Two wheeled
monsters both of them, one is red and one is black
Brought up in the
USA, but not for the dirt track
Six cylinders of
the purest grunt, and horsepower to spare
What was that
noise behind me, was there a Harley there
I could rave on
here for hours, about my trusty steeds
Who give me so
much pleasure, fulfilling certain needs
A need to feel
the movement, of six cylinders of torque
But I’d better be
quite careful, I’ve no desire to walk
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