She hopped atop his Harley
early in the morning.
With raven locks all flying free,
She thundered through the barley.
The field was full of stones and bumps
and made her body jiggle.
She bounced so high she lost her grip
and landed in the middle
of a patch of purple thistles –
turned the air to blue around them –
dusted off her britches
and measured out the mayhem.
“This isn’t quite the way I’d hoped
to spend my time out riding.
in fact the quality of fun
does seem completely lacking!”
The Harley landed in the ditch
and lay there, wheels still spinning,
While Dangerous Dan McGraw came out
and stood there smugly grinning.
“I told you not to ride my bike
until I gave permission.
Now you’ll have to pay for springs
and perhaps a new transmission!”