SANTA RIDES A MOPED

In red leather pants, matching bomber jacket and hat
At a dark corner table of Bad Bike Bills Beer Bar, he sat
He was more than making a list and checking it twice
He was recording felony acts of possession and vice
Every clan and brotherhood had an emissary on location
Hells Angels and Highway Hunters, biker gangs by vocation
Quickly the area was divided and territories were allotted
Thus organized the rest of their evil plan could be plotted
He heard said, "no innocent bystanders or prisoners taken
Santa now knew that the public had been gravely mistaken
Not about the shady character of the members taking part
But the intense strength of nature they held in their heart
For so to he heard said "for the children is our soul mission"
Alas the Christmas Toy Run being a time-honored tradition
But at that very moment Santa had to make a hasty retreat
When a moped was referred to, with sleigh bell on the seat
So for the door he bolted, with bottles crashing in his wake
He knew a moped at a biker bar had been a very big mistake
                                     Bear

Author's Note

I leave most punctuation to the reader that they can read the poem in their own meter, mood and motility. I thank you for taking the time to read my work.

Reviews

[R.J Calzonetti]

You have the koalafications to make great poetry as usually, and although I don't find the flow of the poem as smooth as I'd like it to be, I can still appreciate how good it is. Keep up the good work!

[Bear]

yes this has a stagger in the meter, I wrote this for my 83-year-old father who rode a scooter at the time, he is 86 now and has gone back to riding a motorcycle :~)

[Urja Gokani]

amazingly written keep it up !!! :)

[Bear]

Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed it, I shall gladly return the read and review favor soon :~)

[Urja Gokani]

welcome :)

[Jessi]

I enjoyed this! Very interesting poem. Keep it up, Bear.

[Bear]

Thank you, my 85-year-old father started riding motorcycles when a teenager and still rides so when I saw this picture I couldn't help but write something for him. When I showed it to him his only comment (other than laugh) was to ask why I didn't ask him to pose for a picture of him to use with the poem :~)