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"RevD and the HarleyMan" ride again!
The first two installments of "The Adventures of RevD and the HarleyMan" (from Monday and Wednesday): ( Read more... )
And today's installment:
Then one Sunday in September, when the cock had barely crowed,
The Man in Leather showed up at my door.
He said, "If you remember, I'm the guy with whom you rode
On a machine more powerful than you'd felt before.
"You said you'd gladly aid me, if our paths should ever cross,
And RevD, I need your help to save the day."
So, I did just as he bade me (though somewhat at a loss),
And climbed up on his Harley, sans delay.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, in leather cool and black.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, I'm glad that you came back!
Above his engine's roaring, the HarleyMan filled me in
On why he needed help from such as me.
I found it far from boring, for it dealt with lust and sin,
Which just so happened to be my cup of tea.
A secret agency had told him to get the lowdown on a cult,
With a bleached-blonde biker preacher at its head.
My arms longed to enfold him (after all, we're both adult!),
But instead I swore to follow where he led.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, in leather cool and black.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, won't you cut this Rev some slack?
[To Be Continued. Thanks to
missmurchison for inspiring this current adventure -- by the way, I'm thinking of having a blue biker chick show up as the cult's object of worship, or is that too much? -- but I'm always open to further suggestions for adventures in this couple's future.]
And today's installment:
Then one Sunday in September, when the cock had barely crowed,
The Man in Leather showed up at my door.
He said, "If you remember, I'm the guy with whom you rode
On a machine more powerful than you'd felt before.
"You said you'd gladly aid me, if our paths should ever cross,
And RevD, I need your help to save the day."
So, I did just as he bade me (though somewhat at a loss),
And climbed up on his Harley, sans delay.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, in leather cool and black.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, I'm glad that you came back!
Above his engine's roaring, the HarleyMan filled me in
On why he needed help from such as me.
I found it far from boring, for it dealt with lust and sin,
Which just so happened to be my cup of tea.
A secret agency had told him to get the lowdown on a cult,
With a bleached-blonde biker preacher at its head.
My arms longed to enfold him (after all, we're both adult!),
But instead I swore to follow where he led.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, in leather cool and black.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, won't you cut this Rev some slack?
[To Be Continued. Thanks to
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