Return of the son of the bride of meme sheepery

From runenklinge. (when you see this, post a poem in your journal.

Knight in Shining Armor ( cut for length, and for being free-verse )

And a bonus sonnet (with wholescale cheating via blatant use of slant rhyme):

Motorcycles

They are rebellion cast in steel and chrome,
All engine noise and danger, speed and fire.
And through the years, both novelists and film
Have learned two wheels hold more romance than four.
How many kids have copied James Dean’s sneer
And painted up their Honda’s tank with flames,
Followed Daytona racing every year,
And watched “On Any Sunday” thirteen times?
How many county fairgrounds have played home
To flat track races run for cheering crowds?
To ride one links you backwards to a time
When men were men and tracks were made of wood,
With turns so steeply banked that racers slid
And splinters killed more men than impact did.