Confessions of a Liberal Puritan

The first four stanzas of "HarleyMan" can be found here.

Well, we reached our destination just as the sun went down:
A campground where a "revival" was the rage.
To a thunderous ovation, signifying great reknown,
A slight blonde man in leather took the stage.

Though his accent sounded "street" (or the equivalent British term),
The blonde man's sermon reeked of education.
With many quotations sweet and an oratory firm,
He came to his triumphant peroration.

HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, in leather cool and black.
HarleyMan, O HarleyMan, yet classic poetry you lack!

[More to come later today, I hope.]