On His Steel Steed
A knight on his steel steed
rides the wind on two wheels.
One with the elements
he enjoys how it feels.
He likes the biker look
not a big fan of suits.
And he's clad in leather
down to his stuffed-up boots.
His flaming hair and beard
complement his bronze tan.
And he's a fine figure,
of a masculine man.
A jack of all trades,
he was born to tinker.
And he loves to party,
but he's not a drinker.
Without a helmet on,
he puts on his best shades.
And mounts his love and joy,
like he's done for decades.
He's paid all of his dues,
it's time to say goodbye.
And ride to paradise,
under an open sky.
(Quatrain)
11/26/2017
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