Bobby May Poet Rhyme

Motorcycle Physical Poetry

Hands on bars
Foot shift
Wheels custom
Seat smoothed shape
Saddle bags filled

Teardrop tank
Filled with fuel
Gage reads oil and fuel
Speed 0 to 60
Headlight on

Blinker clicks
Helmet smoked black
Kickstand down
Key in ignition
Ready to go

No Motorcycle License
That’s a no, no

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Lindsay Laurie March 12, 2019 at 7:21 PM G'day Bobby … Nicely written Bobby. But watch out for the licence checkers ahead of you. It could be a long way to push your motorcycle home - thanks Bobby - Lindsay

Andrea Dietrich March 5, 2019 at 6:13 PM COOL poem, Bobby!!! The ending is so cute.

Tom Cunningham March 5, 2019 at 10:22 AM Had two bikes in my youth, oh the wind in your face ,happy days. My old boss had a Harley Davison, never seen so much chrome, what a beauty. Tom

Charles Messina March 5, 2019 at 9:46 AM Love this, Bobby. You may enjoy my poem "Riding Harley" Also, thank you very much for the placement in your contest. I really appreciate that and am truly humbled. All the best my friend.