A red, red rose by Robert Burns
(butchered and modified by Ged M.)
O my luve is like a red, red bike,Ducati or a Buell;
O my luve is like a melodie -
Like a Honda that's in tune.
As fair art thou, my Bonnieville
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve you still, my Lav
until my tank runs dry.
Until my tank runs dry, my Dear
Or I melt 'neath Daytona sun
I will love thee still, my Dear,
While Kawasakis run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were five thousand mile.