I took a wander on my Honda
On a Sunday afternoon.
Headed North to High Beach
Of London, in easy reach.
Behold there in the Epping wood,
Is a small tea-hut stood.
Kawasaki, Suzuki, BMW,
Triumph, Moto-Guzzi, MZ
Bikes both old and new.
And amongst these stand their owners, proud.
Gathered there, quite a crowd.
To pass the time of day.
Thursday, 9 October 2014
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