Thursday
From across the state they gathered...
Excuse me sir, can you please return the motorcycle via the chute......
There was movement at Campbelltown Library, for the word had passed around
That the librarians from Biblio where on their way,
And were to join the wild librarians – whose bikes were worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the libraries near and far
Had mustered at the central library overnight,
For the bikers love hard riding where the wild bikers are,
And the sports bikes seem to snuff the battle with delight.
There was Ross Balharrie, who made his pile when he got promoted to the State,
The three young Alans (Flores, Arnold and Walker ) with their hair as black as coal
But few except Roger Clark could ride beside them when their bikes were fairly fast
They would go wherever bike and man could go.
And Leon of Blacktown way came down to lend a hand
No better rider ever held the bars
For never bike could throw him while the saddle girths would stand
He learnt to ride while racing in the burbs.
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