Red ride

“Ah, to own a red two wheeled ride, of any kind” Gun Roswell

Red ride

There she was, parked at the curve
Waiting for the owner soon to return
As I laid my eyes on to her
All I really wanted to take a ride in turn
As I stood there staring
At the shiny red metal glaring
I swear I could see her flaring
Beckoning for me to a daring
Trip on the road side
An adventure on the wild side
An opportunity once in a lifetime
Knowing full well I could not deny
And before I even realized
I was hopping on the ride
Off and on the world
Little red and me were hurled
Having the time of my life
On this red bike so naughtily wild