There was a fable told long ago,
of a lady who boldly rode nude on her steed,
for the simple pleasure of displeasing.

There is a tale told new,
of a lady who boldly rode nude on her charger,
for the simple pleasure of pleasing.

The lady from long ago, mounted her stallion,
she sat upon his back, held his mane,
and galloped throughout the town.

In the tale told new.
The lady mounted her Street Glide;
she sat upon its saddle,
held the handgrips,
and sped throughout the town.

In the fable told long ago.
a decree passed throughout the land,
whoever, gazed upon the lady would
surely suffer death.

In the tale told new.
an image hangs upon the wall for all to see,
for she cares not who looks upon her.

In the fable told long ago.
the lady rode to displease,
all those who said, she could not.

In this tale told new.
The lady rides to please,
No one, but herself.