Biker Girl
by cricketjeff on November 18, 2015. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A girl who looked perfect in leather
Went riding whatever the weather
Each day you could find her, some fellah behind her,
She kept all her pleasures together
Her Vincent was black as the night
Her leathers were shiny and tight
The man hardly mattered to all those who chattered
In terms some would call impolite
But Becky, for that was her name,
Refused to condemn them to shame
‘If ever I saw me I know that I’d “phwoar” me
Temptations my favourite game’
“And if I invite you to ride
You may find what’s inside this hide!”
Author notes
A Limerick Sonnet, what can I tell you?
English