My Ducati

I have a bike, it’s a few years old

It’s not been mine from new

The shiny tank is sparkling red

With Ducati written bold

I’m pleased to say, that come what may

The problems have been few


There are those who like to say

My bike should not be trusted

They try to claim that every day

Another part has rusted


With dodgy belts & desmo gear

Or electrics made from jelly

I just don’t hear that snipe or sneer

Because my bike goes to Nelly


He makes tea, he knows his stuff

And I know better than to fiddle

My bike runs great, never rough

So the doubters can go piddle


I just ride on, for miles & miles

I really have no fear

We keep going with beaming smiles

And see Nelly once a year


I may not be rich or Hailwood fast

And that’s ok with me

I think my Duke is made to last

And riding sets us free


Some have Gixxers, some have Blades

Whatever you ride is fine

I have fun, it comes in spades

Because my bike is all mine


By Rudolph Hart
C/O The home for the perpetually bewildered

 

Nowt deep, just thought I'd post an appreciation of my bike. So many people moan about Ducatis or slag them off.
Those of us who have had a few Dukes know what they're really like........

 

Her Indoors reckons I only score 3 out of 6. She says I'm not dear, sweet or sentimental........

Go on Funky, show us how it's done. Pen an ode about your closest (closet?) friends in the TV Licencing office! :tongue:

 

T'was on the good ship Venus..........

 

Where he found a girl with a c**t like a bucket.

 

Actually he went to Martha's Vineyard....:wink: