They bought a big red motorbike, <br />Italian and quite dear <br />And had it fitted at the shop <br />With colour-matching gear. <br /> <br />They then bought matching helmets <br />And two one-piece leather suits. <br />Everything was bought to match, <br />Including gloves and boots. <br /> <br />They kept it in a lock-up shed <br />And cleaned it once a week. <br />But sometimes stood it on the path <br />To let folk have a peek. <br /> <br />The first time that they took it out <br />Turned out to be their last. <br />Not only was it beautiful <br />But it was very fast. <br /> <br />The paramedics stood and stared <br />And sadness filled each heart. <br />They and the bike lay in a heap - <br />And didn't they look smart!<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smart-2/
