POEM - GOOD MORNIN' MR HARLEY DAVISON

GOOD MORNIN’ MR HARLEY DAVISON

I wake up in the morning,
Look in the mirror,
Stroke my sleek, white moustachios
Running down the sides of my smiling mouth
With its set of sleek, white teeth
And I say, How’m I doin’ today
Mr Harley Davison?
And I reply
I’m doin’ just fine and dandy
Mr Harley Davison
And ready to roll with you
Down East Atlantic Avenue.


And I throw my fine, white locks
Over my shoulder
And I reach back and bind them with a band
And I look down at my fine outstanding gut
That gives true form to my jeans
And I say, How’m I doin’ today
Mr Harley Davison?
And I reply
I’m doin’ just fine and dandy
Mr Harley Davison
And ready to roll with you
Down East Atlantic Avenue.


And I look across at the fine tattoos
That illustrate my manly arms
As they stretch out horizontal, ready
To harness and control the buckin’ beast
I‘ll soon hold between my thighs
And I say, How’m I doin’ today
Mr Harley Davison?
And I reply
I’m doin’ just fine and dandy
Mr Harley Davison
And ready to roll with you
Down East Atlantic Avenue.


And I pull on my vest,
My Heavy Duty Outlaw Black Leather vest
With concealed weapon Quick Draw gun pocket
And then my Deaths Head Honor rings in 925 silver
All eight – and two Viking SS for my thumbs,
And I say, How’m I doin’ today
Mr Harley Davison?
And I reply
I’m doin’ just fine and dandy
Mr Harley Davison
And ready to roll with you
Down East Atlantic Avenue.


And now my boots
With their shiny caps and silver studs
And my black bandanna tied at the back
And then, for when I ride, in I slip the Harley Davison butt plug*
That makes me deeply contented when I hit the road.
And I say, How’m I doin’ today
Mr Harley Davison?
And I reply
I’m doin’ just fine and dandy
Mr Harley Davison
And ready to roll with you
Down East Atlantic Avenue.


Butt Plug is the name given to a device that fits inside the exhausts of this vehicle to improve performance. I didn't know this when I wrote the poem. Strange ...