Gnarly Marley and Her Man Chuckie
Gnarly Marly smelled like barley
Stinking up her old man’s Harley
He was a tough guy who did not mind
Secretly a marshmallow, always immensely kind
They rode their hog in all kinds of weather
Marly perched on the back like a cardinal feather
Her man Chuckie was a rare and odd find
With a Harley that was always waxed and shined
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