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Harley, I'm so much more than Agriev'd,
look, what you've done.
I poured my money in Ya' all winter
and Now you don't even want'a run!
Sure, all roses have their thorns
and fountains have their mud
but, all you do is start to fire ...
then wheeze, gasp and stop with a thud!
Yes, All men and Machines have a fault or two.
I may even have one or two of this.
But, Harley ... your trespasses
are beyond compare.
when we start to move
you just stop!
With a moan, a groan and a hiss.
yes, I could excuse a sin or two
or perhaps even a fault or two or more.
A little leaking oil, squeaking brake, or clunking chain.
But, you do this jest,
just to drive me insane.
Oh! Harley,
you know what your offenses are.
I should have you dragged away
and replaced with a car. *&%*
Oh! Harley,
Now you'll come ... to your senses?
You want to go for a ride ...
you just can't wait?
But, we'll get out
in the middle of no-where
and your roll ...
as my Noble Iron Steed,
you'll just suddenly abdicate
and leave me for a long walk
back to town ...
past the cows and fences ...
Pushing Ya!
'Till some-one Stops! ...
in a pick-up truck and robs me!
Or worse, tries to steal, Ya!
Now, Harley,
wouldn't that be great?
Well, perhaps
not Harley?
As Doctor Freud would say,
"Our relationship
is a classic example of ..." Love and Hate!"
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