The night was still,
Not a soul around,
In his speeding bike,
He felt being followed.
They often said about the lady there,
Pleading a lift, who stopped vehicles,
Never stop, they always warned,
Else, alive, you’ll never be found.
Shrugging aside the rumours,
He sped on the highway,
Not giving a damn
Cos’ it was all just a sham!
Something then poked,
lightly on his shoulders,
To his surprise, he saw a lady too,
While he was on his bike,
to his horror, what did he see...
She was speeding right next to him,
on her back-turned floating feet!
This post is for Magpie Tales 246
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