Randy Dandy
.
The ducklings
were just waiting, to go out for a ride,
They clustered
round the mother duck, standing to one side.
When Randy
Kellins came downstairs, to get upon his bike,
The perfect
opportunity, to do a trick that they would like.
.
My own bike
in for service, thought Randy with a laugh,
So he settled
for another one, the bike of Richard Schaaf.
He checked
the bike so cautiously, for any sign of grime,
Then looked
down at his wristwatch, glancing at the time.
.
He mounted
very carefully, hair neatly combed in place,
Glasses placed
so perfectly, the stern look on his face.
His helmet
bright and shiny, his boots the perfect shine,
Down to the
creases in his pants, perfectly in line.
.
He was thinking
all was flawless, a picture to behold,
Now it was
time to do his stuff, his plan could now unfold.
He calmly fired
up the bike, for the ducklings by the door,
The sound was
quite distinctive, a Harley's throaty roar,
.
He calmly brought
the bike upright, the stand was kicked away,
Put his feet
upon the floorboards, on this his fateful day.
He rode forward
oh so casually, thinking all is cool,
I'll make these
brand new traffic men, all stand back and drool.
.
He poured the
coals into the bike, leaned over for the curve,
Too bad that
Harley's floorboard, caused such a minor swerve.
For Randy Kellins
met the wall, of the underground garage,
Causing fits
of laughter in, his would be entourage.
.
PC 664 T.J.
Gowdyk 90-05-11 (76)