KING ON THE ROAD
You wake in the morning with one thing in mind
in hope that good weather is what you might find.
For thereʼs no better feeling than to be in the saddle
of a machine so fierce you dither to straddle.
But straddle you do and off you go
with a roar and a rumble thatʼs for more than just show.
With the wind in your face and the rubber side down
youʼre wearing your helmet as if itʼs a crown.
If a king you were, your kingdom would be
full of these things they call a Harley.
Shane Barker email@example.com