Felix and Sam
Felix the cat was furious when he heard Sam speak of getting a dog.
We do not need a dog, we need leather, chaps, speed and a hog!
Sam listened to Felix and thought, I am not getting younger anyway.
He went out and purchased a sleek, aluminum, sexy Harley that day.
The wives were so angry, they began to bristle up, snarl and hiss.
They did not help them buy helmets or give them a goodbye kiss.
The Harley store guy laughed when he heard Felix and Sam.
I understand, he told them. You should meet my angry wife, Pam.
These women don’t get it, the men agreed, as they spoke of their hogs.
They're our babies, our cherished possessions, much nicer than dogs.
A woman came in wearing leather, with tattoos down both arms.
She was the big purchase of the day, and she had lots of charms.
Maybe some get it, the men said, as they watched her walk away.
She looked really sweet, and those chaps had a feminine sway.
We should get a pair of chaps, and a helmet for the wife Felix said.
Sam and the Harley guy agreed. Bought up the store, credit card red.
Women are now riding hogs finer and more expensive than their men.
They love being in the club, and they flash their chaps with a grin.
They are dangerously sexy, devilish, and fun to ride behind.
Felix, Sam and the other guy have found a kind of gold mine.
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