Queen of Motorcycles A burly BMW, flagship of the line A mother’s terror seeing Bird decked out in leathers with a broad grin slide behind his friend his one working hand grabbing on I’ll take good care of him, his friend says settling his gaze on me Bird needs adventures I have to believe
She let him ride off
on a loud two-wheeled not-hog.
Leathers hold, like hug?
Love
Thanks, Joyce!