Hot Rod Granny
By joyismine
HOT ROD GRANNY Granny has her own hot rod, A motorcycle with a pod; She'll mix it with the best of them, Hits the road on half a whim. Skinny legs encased in leather, Neck in scarf for windy weather, Goggles tight upon her eyes, She helmets up and off she flies. She'll ride en-mass or go alone On her Kawasaki throne, Side car full of stuff from shops Out it tumbles when she stops. She barrels up to traffic lights, Scurries off away from fights, Cuts a donut here and there, Pulls a wheelie off with care. She rides through hillside, vale and bog, Often accompanied by her dog. Once home when busy day is spent She rubs her aches with liniment. Joyce Guy Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 01:17 PM PST 0 • 14
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