I was waiting for a taxi on another shopping day
When I saw a vision pull into the motorcycle bay.
The sweetest girl you ever saw, a gleaming black machine,
The nicest combination that I have ever seen.
She wore a one-piece leather, the shape of all things nice.
I stood and did a double-take and then I did it twice.
She slowly pulled her helmet off and shook her long blonde hair
It fell about her shoulders. And I fell then and there.
Then what a shame, the taxi came and I was forced to leave,
Had one last look and buckled up, my heart still on my sleeve.
And now there's one thing on my mind, I sit all day and pine.
Oh what a happy man I'd be if that motorbike was mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You've got your prorities right I see: -)