Eddie had a motorbike
A Norton big and red,
it had five hundred CCs too
that throbbed right through my head.
I sat astride the pillion
as down the street we raced,
me hanging on to Eddie's waist
with both feet firmly placed.
I have to say, an awful thrill
that shook me from my buckles
flew right up my inside leg
and to my snow-white knuckles.
The throttle took a twisting
as Eddie pushed us on,
the speedo climbing quickly
as it neared the magic ton.
Eddie had a motorbike
five hundred full CCs
throttle wide until I ask,
'can we stop now Eddie... please? '
Yes, Eddie used to be my friend
with Norton big and red,
then Eddie scared me half to death
and ruined my street cred'.
(Written June 2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. I've been on the back of a couple of motorcycles, and owned a couple too. Thanks for the memories...10