Sleekly sixties softly seated
Glory of Italian art,
On the highway 2 stroke steaming,
Incandescent chrome a-gleaming,
Burnished up to look the part.
With a myriad of mirrors
Pouting peacocks pose and preen,
Gazing at their own reflection,
Contemplating Mod perfection,
Bulging stomach can be seen.
Popping pistons chit and chatter
Blue haze hanging in the air,
Off to where the skies all lighten,
On to Margate, Deal, or Brighton;
But only if the weathers fair.
Roadside coffee conversations
Explanations, hints and tips,
Ask about all things galvanic,
With self taught weekend mechanic,
Several beers, then fish and chips.
Polished paintwork all a-gleaming
Badges glisten dewdrop bright
Checkered mud flaps, polished leather,
Twin Dellorto carburettor.
Late flowering lust for this Lambretta.