Bikers

 

What’s that sound I hear tonight?

It sounds just like a Harley Bike.

Big and tough and strong and tall,

Makes the Harley one and all.

Tattooed arms to drive it straight,

Leaning into distribute the weight.

 

Spokes so shiny, wheels so round,

Pounding pavement through the town

Making noise to fill the air

Of crossing silence with shifting gears,

Tail Lights forming one straight line,

Harley riders sure look fine