The Bikers Enchantress

She looked me up an down, then with a frown
She sniffed haughtily the air.
I heard her say, "It would be a nice day,
If that scruffy biker were not there!"

I sat astride, my shiny Harley ride,
and hid the anger behind my smile.
As I looked her over, leering like a gypsy rover
But with all the flair of biker style.

I saw her blink, when I gave her a wink.
"The audacity!" she stuttered
"You biker dudes, are OH! so rude"
"And you are a prude." under my breath I muttered.

Upon her face a stare, as if I should care.
"So would you like a ride?"  said I.
She turned ashen white, really quite a sight.
and she stammered, "Why?" 

The reasons I give, are the way I live.
and these are but two that I share.
On the road without a care, the wind in my hair.
And the thrill could be yours, if only you dare. 


She smiled just like a child, but I knew she was riled.
for she still looked the same
 she sighed" you rejoiced, when we were divorced."
"what the hell" she whispered "it's part of the game."
By Mountainman