Amateur poet. Motorcyclist. Retired.
Once upon a time I'm told
When strange things happened in the world of old
An extraordinary meeting took place
Of dogs from all round the global face.
He walked away into the night,
His knuckles swollen from the fight,
A smile beneath his swollen eye,
Much satisfaction in his sigh.
When I walk ankle-deep in autumn leaves,
Head down and collar up against the rain,
A sixties sight I always liked to see,
Those British motorbikes parked side by side
While bikers packed inside the Busy Bee,
The rendezvous of everybody's ride.