Jimmy Hogarth's Motorbike
Jimmy Hogarth had a motorbike
both it, and Jim, were wrecks
And the consensus of opinion was
It would break his bloody neck.
But Jimmy didn’t heed them
He’d heard it all before
it’s not surprising that he had
the bloke was eighty four!
How he kept the damn thing going
It was something of an art
People said he used black magic
Just to get the bike to start
The lads down at the bowling club
Tried to get old Jim to stop
But it just seemed to upset him
So they let the subject drop
Mind you, once it was moving
By gum, the thing could shift a bit
Old Jim he liked a turn of speed
And he’d often go for it
But people said he was too old
For the excitement and the speed
That if he didn’t start to act his age
God knows where it would lead
His daughter tried, then Age Concern
To make old Jim slow down
But he told them all to “bugger off!
I'll be a long time in the ground.”
The local bikers loved the guy
if you mentioned him they’d smile
“Yeah we know the guy’s a wrinkly,
but the old fart’s got some style! ”
He shuffled when he walked did Jim
he’d say “not long now ‘til I’m dead”
but sat astride that motorbike
by God his years were shed
But in the end the do-goods won
They took Jims bike away.
So just to spite the kill joy sods
Old Jim died the following day.