They were as far apart as could be,
She was upper class and he wore a tee,
He traveled into town on a motorbike,
She had a secure and safe type of life.
But they met in a convenience store both there for gas,
She was approached by a local jerk who touched her arm,
Our biker saw this and reacted for he thought she might come to harm.
A knight in shiny armor on a steed made of steel,
Instead of being offended, it was her heart he did steal.
And they met secretly which gave fuel to the fire in their hearts,
As negative approaches positive that is how their love did start.
But he was a nomad of the roads, he could not be tied down,
She tried to stop him, but eventually he drove out of town.
But there union, though brief, begat a child of love,
A baby was born later, cute as a small dove.
A baby grew from both sides of the tracks,
That baby was named for both of them, my great grandfather, Max Wax.
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