Memories of Better Days.

Oh yes I used to have a man,
Till the two stroke got him hooked,
It started out as a casual affair,
She wasn't sleek and fast,
Barely ten foot long,
And slightly over weight,
He got her for a song.

I thought I had him back again,
Till I noticed his head was turning
For a sleeker faster number,
She had a center console,
And her transom was superb,
She had all the right accessories,
She even had some curves,

He told me he was leaving,
I didn't do it for him any more,
I couldn't arch my back,
For him to get on the plane,
I'd never be between his legs,
And I would never feel the throb

When he put his hands upon me,
And felt the juices rise,
We would never reach that
Fever pitch when all of me vibrates,
I'll be left here in the darkness,
A play-thing for his mates,
Used, abused, un-serviced.
He had outgrown me,
And found my use by date.
Just another motor cycle
Left lusting for a ride.

Copyright; Ray Marx 2002
Email: marxdeane@webexpress.net.au