A Motorcycle Seat

By Wild Bill
Copyright © 1996 All rights reserved

Many stories have been told
Of bikers and their bikes
By poets, writers, prosecutors,
Liars and the likes.

But it's doubtful that you've heard
This story I repeat
With a Bar, Bikers, Beer
And a motorcycle seat.

A local road dog
Called Larry by his buds
Was at the Carousel
Sippin' on some suds.

When a fellow rider
Re-entered from the street
Shouting out profanity
To candid to repeat!

Seems his battery
Had plumb run out of juice.
"Your bike will need a jump."
Larry managed to deduce.

So with his own DieHard
Concealed beneath his seat
He jumped the brother's bike
And the fellow hit the street.

Now Larry was a biker
With a heart like Denali
But if his kindness was a mountain
His memory was a valley.

He placed his seat atop his bike,
Ordered up a brew,
And proceeded to forget
The saddle mounting screw.

The rest of this story
I'm sure that you can guess.
But I simply must complete it,
A poet can't do less!

Later in the evening
When he finished his last bottle,
Larry lit that big V-Twin'
And grabbed a little throttle!

Then just like a rocket
From Cape Canaveral launches,
The bike took off down the street…
Leaving Larry on his haunches.

He sat there on the road
With his seat beneath his flank,
Then remembered with concern
That he'd just filled up the tank.