We hadn’t a garage when I was a lad <br />Our motorbikes stood in the yard <br />Repairs were done down the back alley <br />And for grease often used plain white lard <br /> <br />None of my mates carried spanners <br />Just screwdrivers hammers and pliers <br />To round off the nuts and the bolt heads <br />With spoons used to levers off tyres <br /> <br />We never got trained in mechanics <br />All picking up tips as we went <br />Checking on oil, fuel and batteries <br />Or hammering frames straight that got bent <br /> <br />Those BSA’s, Triumphs and Enfield’s <br />We all polished up till they shone <br />Are sadly a long distant memory <br />Admired but alas now all gone <br /> <br /> <br />© 2008 David Threadgold <br />Rambling Riddles & Rhymes<br /><br />David Threadgold www.davidthreadgold.com<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/4-alas-all-gone/
