 Rockin and Ramblin The roads are trembling throughout the town Each year giving way to wild riding hogs Roaring and humming bikes through towns and ‘round Seventy thousand plus, a piercing sound Some are known as down and dirty wild dogs Blazing trails new and old up and down the Laughlin Run for bikers to have fun Raising money for charities till done Most come on Harley Davidson’s with chicks Many Contests are held throughout and about Casinos and rooms are filled to the brim There goes Tom, Cher and a man named Jim Leather pants and jackets, some slim, some stout Welcome bikers from a chick from the sticks Twinklewriter 4-30-08 (Envelope Sonnet) |
