You’ll find him down Paducah,
wrapped around a Georgia Peach.
He smiles when he sees her,
running wide open in the breeze.
Can’t keep his hands off her.
Can’t seem to hide his grin.
Her every curve, he knows by heart.
He sends her in a spin.
He’s had many that were like her,
but loved them each their own.
Some he’s kept for ages.
Some he’s regretted letting go.
He’s put love and time into them
and they’ve ridden like a dream.
They’ve shared his favorite music.
Rode to town for ice cream.
Sat in the barn, just waiting
for the next part of their life
Collecting dust and fighting rust
and other worldly strife.
You’ll find him down Paducah,
wrapped around a Georgia Peach.
Cruising in his Pony,
smiling in the breeze.
~ A. Saam
