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Hank & Harvey were two avid bikers
They used to sit together at school
Whilst Harvey rode a ‘Harley Davidson’
Hank’s bike wasn’t at all cool
It was more like a toy scooter
It had seen much better days
Tho Hank thought the world of it
He loved it in so many ways

Harvey’s high powered Harley
Went revving up the street
But he would zoom passed Hank’s heap of rubbish 
Almost knocking him of his seat

Now the strangest thing about this pair
They lived opposite sides of the lane
So when Harvey’s mahoosive engine started
Hank blocked his ears in pain
Harvey wasn’t what you’d expect
Infact he was as light as a feather
Yet Hank on his old scooter
Was twenty stone dressed in black leather

They say that opposites attract
Well these two broke that notion
Harvey with his long, lank, greasy hair
Hank’s short back sides slicked up with lotion
They didn’t like each other
The worst of enemies alas
Passerby’s often seperated them  they were always scrapping on the grass

Such a pity they lived so close
Having to meet each other most days
As soon as they came into contact
It always ended up a raging blaze
So the moral of this story 
Do not be fooled by a person’s look
Hank & Harvey are prime examples
Never judge a person by it’s book