I went for a contemplative stroll this Easter weekend,
Round our slow lazy river I thought I’d quietly wend,
Then three dumb asses came roaring round the bend.
Three Bandidos blasted past, patched and proud,
Three buddies passing a pipe- that’s not allowed.
It was Mesrrs Harley and Davidson plus their Indian friend,
It’s an unmuffled and strident message those bad boys send,
Just what part of ‘quiet Easter weekend’ can’t they comprehend?
A party of three, in days when three’s a crowd?
Three Bandidos two many, and too fucking loud.
(Egg is a Kiwi term for a dipstick/dipshit/dickhead/dropkick, etc.)