Nightride

A city life poem

Photo by Patrick Tomasso on Unsplash

Out and about, me and my man.
Running through the town as fast as we can!
Stealing stuff, acting tuff, playing ruff.
He is my king sitting in his nightride.
He is one special baby I will never disown.

Blue crystal eyes,
Not like the rest of the guys.
Mobster of the night,
My perfect delight.
Me and my man.

Clowning around, city night,
Pull on my corset very, very, tight,
City frights,
Pity fights,
Putting on our leather skin tights.

This is our fast city nightride,
Go run and hide,
We do this on the side,
Wearing my lion hide,
Welcome to the circus I’ll be your tourguide!