August 26: My bike is due for rego ...

My bike is due for rego, I hate this time of year

Pink slips and third party, all those things I fear

Will I need new tyres, will the blinkers flash

If in the affirmative, then I part with lots of cash

I take her to the workshop, a pink slip is my desire

He rolls my Wing around the floor, it’s making me perspire

I’ve had the thing at least eight years, I never would do that

Near half a tonne, with all the gear, my eyes behind my hat

It all goes good, everything works, the tyres are okay

Now for the third party, more cash I need to pay

For other people’s accidents, more money leaves my hip

Smoke comes from my credit card, there’s a fire in chip

I pay that fee, now rego, more cash I must withdraw

My number plate, it costs a bomb, each year it costs me more

How can that be, it’s just a rort, for once the thing is made

Not another penny, by anyone but me is paid

So, there we go, the bike is good, to take out for a blast

I wish, I wish, oh how I wish, that this one was the last

But underneath her cover, Val for her turn does wait

And just around the corner, my trailer needs a plate ...