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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
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