Terry Donovan - Motorcycle Sonnet

A sixties sight I always liked to see,
Those British motorbikes parked side by side
While bikers packed inside the Busy Bee,
The rendezvous of everybody's ride.
Here Triumph, Norton, Matchless, BSA,
And Vincent, Arial and AJS,
Were names that made mouths water in their day
And nothing Japanese did we possess.
All oily, smoky, proper big boys' toys
That you could hear from half a mile away
And when they passed you'd even smell the noise
And grab your flying jacket, join the play.
Now all you see are bikers 'born again'
Who drive a Ford Mondeo in the rain.

Terry Donovan

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