Many years ago a musician named Mason Williams wrote a series of poems called
“Them Poems” about different types of people, like “Them Sticker-gitters”, “Them
Toad-suckers” and “Them Doodle-dashers”. With all of the recent interest in
Cokers, I thought I’d offer up a little version of my own.
-Rick
Them Coker-heads
How ‘bout them Coker-heads, ain’t they a blast? them “Big One” jockeys sure love
to go fast, they’re zippin’ down alleyways, zoomin’ down streets, tryin’ to con
a race with everybody they meet.
Look at them Coker-heads, how they squeal having so much fun on top of that
wheel, them gyroscopic maniacs can’t slow down; they roll through stoplights and
mow people down.
Fleet-footed coker-heads don’t do many tricks, they just ride ‘em all day for
the heck of it, they’re ridin’ ‘em to work, ridin’ ‘em to bars, ridin’ on the
street keepin’ up with slow cars.
How to be a coker head? Here’s a scoop - mount a seat and pedals on your kid’s
hula-hoop!