Twice Bitten
Little Miss Marley,
Sat on her Harley,
Eating her Curds and Whey.
When along came a Spyder,
And parked right beside her,
She just didn’t know what to say!
It wasn’t a bike,
And it wasn’t a trike,
At least not like any she’d ever seen.
It didn’t say Harley,
So our little Miss Marley,
On this was not very keen.
She tried to refrain,
From showing disdain,
As she eyed this thing on 3 wheels.
It became very clear,
With that huge tire in the rear,
There was a certain, uncanny appeal.
It sat long and low,
She thought, “How fast could it go?”,
Would it corner and if it might lean.
As she walked all around,
Miss Marley soon found,
From every angle it looked pretty mean.
Now she didn’t feel right,
Admiring this bike,
With her poor Harley sitting right over there.
So this rider she’d query,
To test out her theory,
And see what flaws he might share.
But he said it was GREAT!
And he just couldn’t wait,
For the long trip that he’d planned very soon.
It handled like a dream,
And NO… it didn’t lean,
Plus he loved the trunk and stereo tunes.
Now this was a mess,
And to him she confessed,
"I’ll have to choose between a Spyder and my ride".
“Here’s what we should do”,
He said; “I’ll ride with you”,
“To the dealer where you can test one and decide.”
He was so nice,
She didn’t think twice,
And wondered, had she found a new friend?
Then later that day,
When they road away,
There was a Glide sitting where a Spyder had been.
But that’s not the end,
Of our story, my friend,
For she wondered about his upcoming jaunt.
“I’ve planned it this way”,
Yet this is all he would say,
“We’ll go where ever you want”.
So the wedding bells rang,
And the Bride’s Maids sang,
Then off they rode towards the setting sun.
SpyderMan and his bride,
On their honeymoon ride,
Now there are 2 SpyderLover’s where before there was just one.
Burma-Ron