A salubrious Syncopation of Singular Silliness

 

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!”

Donna Swanson

 

 

 

 

 

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About dswan2

Poet, author, columnist, lyricist, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife of 50 years. Born and raised in America's Heartland
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6 Responses to A salubrious Syncopation of Singular Silliness

  1. Sheilagh Lee says:

    that was funny .wonderful poem

  2. Kim Nelson says:

    Oh Donna! This cracked me up and rang so true… my 53 year old sister is a bike rider. She crashed near Big Bear Lake in California a couple of weeks ago. Broke several ribs, but trooper that she is, drove the damaged bike all the way home to Las Vegas!

  3. Angel says:

    Hee hee, cute piece.

  4. Laurie Kolp says:

    Funny and well-written! That sounds like something I did way back when (but on a scooter).

  5. Kylie says:

    What a fun piece! I really enjoyed reading this.

  6. Altonian says:

    Great fun! I’ve never crashed a motor-bike, but I’ve come off a racing cycle a good few times.

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