My Stinking Honda - Poem by Randy Johnson
Honda makes a great bike.
But there was one Honda I never liked.
My Honda was a piece of junk.
It was an XR75 and it stunk.
When I bought it, I wasn't aware that it needed a lot of work.
I can't believe I bought it like a jerk.
I couldn't afford to have it repaired.
This Honda was my greatest nightmare.
It needed new pistons and rings.
I finally sold it for practically nothing.
It burned out a spark plug every few weeks.
This motorcycle really reeked.
After driving it for fifteen minutes, it would quit.
I'm so happy to be rid of it.
The previous owner didn't tell me what the motorcycle was like.
Now I've bought a much better bike.
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