Andy

Yet another picture from Zib, but by no means the last of what I've got to put up. Zib says: "This is for the rat in my life, you know who you are. And no, I don't know what a motorbike looks like.


Andy was a biker rat,
tattos, patches and all that
Sinister and gnarly, rode upon a Harley,
Used a war helmet as a hat.

A medalion, Nazi swatstika,
Always drank the hard liquor,
Take a swig from the bottle, open up the throttle,
The go one hell of a lot quicker.

His lady was Marika,
She was always with the biker,
Adorning his pavillion, dark shades and a brazillian...
Hell, maybe he actually liked her.

Wherever he rode Andy took her,
All the other rats often mistook her,
For the love of his life, they ignored all the strife,
After all, she was quite a good looker.

Said Andy "Oh come on you guys,
It's all s*t, geez, use your eyes
She's a looker I know, always ready to go,
Just decoration, I thought you should know.

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