Moped

Moped

I’m the coolest kid around, racin’ thru our town,

Moped two-stoke sound, grownups gonna’ frown.

Flyin’ down the block, it can really rock,

girls are gonna’ gawk, Dads are gonna’ squawk.

Mixin’ up the gas, pedelin’ to pass,

Vespas to outclass, cops to harass.

We’re a public nuisance, with our negligence.

law gets no abidance, we’re just miscreants.

I’m too young to drive, Moped comes alive,

I’m makin’ thirty-five, when the cops arrive.

Had that throttle nailed, when Norheim’s siren wailed,

he coulda’ had us jailed, but his pursuit had failed.

Had a big ole wreck, nearly broke my neck,

I said, “What the heck.” Gravel rash to check.

Never had no Harley, nor Indian so gnarly,

fifty cc’s of snarly, made me feel so charly.

Twist that little throttle, wheelie with the clutch,

nothin’ from a bottle, can thrill you quite as much.

Shiftin’ into second, peddle like the wind,

takes off like a gun, makes that tire spin.

Our Mopeds did astound, our parents had to frown,

I’m the coolest kid around, racin’’ through our town.

LDT Oct 24. ‘21

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