Off she went to see the sea.
Bike revved up.
She was free.
Revved the engine hard and fast.
Wind blew through her hair.
Motor biking without a care.
Rode along the promenade.
Stopped and purchased lemonade.
With a little bitter in.
Power excited her.
Those revs beneath her ****.

Spluttered and struggled, to come alive.
Forgot to plug the charger in.
Born to ride, not to win.
Her carriage awaited.
Son arrived to collect her.
In his shiny motor car.
One invalid carriage left stranded.
Battery flat.
Parked in the seaside parking bay.
Poor old lady.
Sad end to her exciting day.
Oh to be young, don't cha think.
Day out left her in the pink.
Blushing a little at the end of her trip.
(c)LIVVI