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Delivery In progress.

Well, I nether thought,
I would ever take delivery,
Of an Enfield 500,
Now made in India,
But who cares!

It’s mine, all mine,
After many, many years of saving
It has taken a live time,
Of hard slog and grief.

The transporter arrived,
At exactly 17.11,
The time I will ever forget,
Delivery in progress,
In red LED across the front.

They unwrapped it,
Screwed on the number plate,
As I put on my leathers,
Put on my lid, the black one.


Then emptied the 5litre,
Jimmy can into the tank,
And she was all mine,
A live time dream a reality.

The noise she made as
I turned her sexy key,
That noise of her growling,
I needed to make her scream.

The oak tree kissed us,
The oak tree on the corner,
Not 50 yards from where,
She first growled at me.

Now every October 13th,
Twice if it’s a Friday,
you can hear my excited scream
Just above her growl,
As we accelerated from,
Nought to oak tree at 17.11 and 30 seconds.

© rog leach 12/08/2024

15 thoughts on “open link #dverse

  1. Ahah! Great description of that first cycle ride….at least, I think that’s what it is? And if I’m right, describing that initial sound as a growl….yep! We saw a huge motorcycle display at the Automotive Museum in San Diego’s Balboa Park and that’s where I learned that some very good motorcycles were and are made in India! Did you know that “the Royal Enfield Bullet has the longest and unchanged production run of any motorcycle having remained continuously in production since 1948”? And, we saw one of those original ones on display!

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  2. Rog, your poem made my scalp tingle. What a perfect ghost story. I’m sure you’ve heard Richard Thompson’s song about his Vincent Black Lightning. Your poem brought it to mind. Great use of imagery and passion to bring the story to life.

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