Old Harleys Never Die
Potato, potato, potato, potato, good-by.
Waaaaagh. what a sky.
Waaaaaaaaagh. What a sunset. FTW, man.
As I ride past the graves, I wonder why,
Young women, and old Harleys never die.
William J. Karnowski
a collection of his biker poetry available:
P.O. Box 287
Wamego, Kansas 66547
for $5.00 each