Edythe V. Piccione
Up And Away
On Thursday last, I walked with care,
And then I saw across the square,
Two people came, their hands entwined,
(a stranger pair you could not find).
He, tall and square, not one bit round;
She, soft and huge, three hundred pound!
And suddenly, I saw a sight,
A motorcycle, gleaming bright.
Unbidden thoughts came to my mind,