My Ass-A Bikers Lament
By Motownmoto

It was warm today,
no good to be inside.
Gonna get onto my bike,
and take it for a ride.

Down to my local dealers,
some parts that I may buy.
The sun was nice and warm,
no clouds up in the sky.

The parts guys really nice,
not busy, so we chat.
My bike is standin' tall,
lookin' out to where she's at.

Out there in the sun,
not stuck in that garage.
Sittin' there so pretty,
parked right next to a Dodge.

It's red paints shiny bright,
the seat, it glows in black.
Just waiting to be ridden,
I swear she calls me back.

I say my last goodbyes,
out to her, through the door.
It's even warmer now.
Can't ask for any more.

The seat seemed kinda warm.
Well sure, out in the sun.
I start my beauty up.
Now it's time for fun.

I jump on to my love,
and back out of my spot.
This seat isn't just warm,
the damn things really hot.

Not gonna be a wimp,
the showroom guys would see.
I can take the heat.
A tough guy, yeah that's me.

I'm lookin for a light,
so I can stop and stand.
My ass is really hot.
It burns, to beat the band.

My shorts are soakin' wet,
all I can do is moan.
Never felt a pain like this,
right down to the bone.

Those rags in my sidecover,
I like to keep things neat.
Are there for dirty hands,
and seats, out in the heat.

How could I been so dumb.
I shoulda knew the score.
All I know is this.
My ass is really sore.

I can't wait to get home,
and out of Levis wet.
Put fresh shorts in the fridge,
get cold as they can get.

As I set here now,
just punching on this Web.
The pain is almost gone.
I feel it start ebb.

No moral to this story.
Well, maybe there is one.
Keep your ass and seat well covered.
It makes for lots more fun.