An Ode To My Bra

Tee Hee Hah Hah
Which has become my pocketbook
Uh Uh ~~ you can't look!!
Ciggies and lighter
on one side you'll find
The other a Dictaphone
to record what's on my mind
This is the satchel
That houses my snatch-all
Now I want to know
Where did my boobs go?

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A connoisseur of motorcycles
I've come to be
It's been a long time coming
Since before I was twenty-three
I've studied all the models
Their looks their sizes
Know what best to embellish them
And how to win prizes

Can differentiate the Softails
the Sporty's the Trikes,
The Road Kings, the Ultraglides,
and Dyna Wide Bikes

I`m familiar with most the parts
From the front to the rear
Swing arms, engine guards, fender rails
Exhausts that sound good to the ear

Recognize the different levers,
handlebars and grips
Have scoured all the aisles
at the local dealerships

Recognize what`s essential
and what`s just eye candy
either way
they`ll make the bike look just dandy

Have learned what filters,
bolts and nuts
Go on each bike to make it purr
when it putts

Know all the light options,
the brakes, the wheels
When to shop the sales
to get the best deals

I`ve memorized the catalogs
And know most the pages
Can customize any model
with the rest of the sages

Know the 07`s come equipped
with a faster 6 speed
with that kind of power,
they really take the lead

Can spot the models
with a narrow front and the wide
Know there`s more control
with wheels like those on the Streetglide

Grasp which models are decked with
bags of hard metal and soft leather
Can identify heated grips
for riding in cold weather

Am versed in the standard
with aluminum heads
And acquainted with the custom
and can spot a set retreads

Learned of all accessories
A master of chrome
and all hardware shiny
if you will, a gastronome

So now I guess
It`s plain to see
that the last two initials
in my biker`s degree
stand for Harley Davidson
In my P `HD`