A Christmas Poem

Redfish-Joe · Dec 15th, 2008, 09:53 AM

'Twas the night before Christmas, And not until Spring
Would a motor be running, not even a Wing.
The bikes are all sleeping, they're covered and warm,
Batteries are tended, nylon covers their form.
My Bros were all nestled down snug in their beds,
While visions of new chrome danced in their heads.
And I in my do-rag, bike jacket and boots
Out shoveling snow, and dreaming of scoots.
Then from the horizon there came such a clatter
My shovel I dropped, what could be the matter?
Away up the hill, I slogged through the snow
Looked up at the sky; where'd all that noise go?
Then a throb from the heavens, like straight pipes so hearty
Gave Summers' good thoughts, a loud bikers' party.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a Hog Ultra Classic, Red trailer in rear!
With a little old rider, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than a V-Rod his Ultra came on,
And he whistled, and shouted, and sang out this song;
"Now, Springer! Now, Dyna! On Ultra and Softail!
Now Vulcan! Now Injun! On Victory and Triumph!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now RIDE away! RIDE away! RIDE away all!"
As small bikes that from the semis do fly,
When they meet with the air blast, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top that Ultra it flew
With a trailer of goodies, and ole' St. Nick too
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The rumble and thunder of pipes that gave proof.
I ran in the house, boots thumping around,
And in came St. Nick all bearded and round
Dressed all in black leather, from do-rag to boot
His chaps were all tarnished with road grime and soot;
A T-bag of goodies he'd flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack
His shades -- how they twinkled! his do-rag how scary!
With chains intertwined, through skulls that were cherry!
His droll little mouth had done many a row,
So the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
The smoke had a strange smell; it gave him relief.
He had a broad face and a large fat beer belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly
He was tattooed and plump, a right jolly old rider,
So I offered a cold brew, thought what could be righter?
A wink of his eye as he downed that cold beer,
Gave me to know I had nothing to fear
He spoke not a word, but went straight to my ride
And fixed it with Chrome, Horsepower and Pride
And giving the peace sign with bikers' good cheer
Strode off to his Ultra rumbling near
He sprang on the saddle, his gloves on the bars
A wheelie he threw; then off towards the stars
I heard him exclaim, as my chest swelled with pride,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD RIDE!"

tlyoungb · Dec 15th, 2008, 10:06 AM

Now that is different.

Redfish-Joe · Dec 15th, 2008, 10:28 AM

One of my Sisters in the SCRC sent that to me. Thought I'd pass in on.

Respects...Joe

threesteps · Dec 15th, 2008, 11:15 AM

Good one!

STEVE07 · Dec 15th, 2008, 01:51 PM

Read it to the others here at lunch. Good one

M0sesJJN · Dec 15th, 2008, 03:01 PM

I think St. Nick'd be riding a Softail Heritage Classic in red and green paint if you ask me...

What about Hannukah?

Moe.

drake · Dec 15th, 2008, 10:08 PM

Hey, that was a good one!!!

Dec 15th, 2008, 09:53 AM	#1
Redfish-Joe Community Star Ride: 2008 Road Glide Join Date: Sep 2nd, 2008 Location: Mississippi Gulf Coast Posts: 628 My Mood:	A Christmas Poem 'Twas the night before Christmas, And not until Spring Would a motor be running, not even a Wing. The bikes are all sleeping, they're covered and warm, Batteries are tended, nylon covers their form. My Bros were all nestled down snug in their beds, While visions of new chrome danced in their heads. And I in my do-rag, bike jacket and boots Out shoveling snow, and dreaming of scoots. Then from the horizon there came such a clatter My shovel I dropped, what could be the matter? Away up the hill, I slogged through the snow Looked up at the sky; where'd all that noise go? Then a throb from the heavens, like straight pipes so hearty Gave Summers' good thoughts, a loud bikers' party. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear But a Hog Ultra Classic, Red trailer in rear! With a little old rider, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than a V-Rod his Ultra came on, And he whistled, and shouted, and sang out this song; "Now, Springer! Now, Dyna! On Ultra and Softail! Now Vulcan! Now Injun! On Victory and Triumph! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now RIDE away! RIDE away! RIDE away all!" As small bikes that from the semis do fly, When they meet with the air blast, mount to the sky, So up to the house-top that Ultra it flew With a trailer of goodies, and ole' St. Nick too And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The rumble and thunder of pipes that gave proof. I ran in the house, boots thumping around, And in came St. Nick all bearded and round Dressed all in black leather, from do-rag to boot His chaps were all tarnished with road grime and soot; A T-bag of goodies he'd flung on his back And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack His shades -- how they twinkled! his do-rag how scary! With chains intertwined, through skulls that were cherry! His droll little mouth had done many a row, So the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, The smoke had a strange smell; it gave him relief. He had a broad face and a large fat beer belly That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly He was tattooed and plump, a right jolly old rider, So I offered a cold brew, thought what could be righter? A wink of his eye as he downed that cold beer, Gave me to know I had nothing to fear He spoke not a word, but went straight to my ride And fixed it with Chrome, Horsepower and Pride And giving the peace sign with bikers' good cheer Strode off to his Ultra rumbling near He sprang on the saddle, his gloves on the bars A wheelie he threw; then off towards the stars I heard him exclaim, as my chest swelled with pride, "MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD RIDE!"

Dec 15th, 2008, 10:06 AM	#2
tlyoungb Play The Throttle Ride: 2005 Electra Glide Standard Join Date: Apr 2nd, 2008 Location: Vero Beach, FL Posts: 292 My Mood:	Re: A Christmas Poem Now that is different.

Dec 15th, 2008, 10:28 AM	#3
Redfish-Joe Community Star Ride: 2008 Road Glide Join Date: Sep 2nd, 2008 Location: Mississippi Gulf Coast Posts: 628 My Mood:	Re: A Christmas Poem One of my Sisters in the SCRC sent that to me. Thought I'd pass in on. Respects...Joe

Dec 15th, 2008, 11:15 AM	#4
threesteps Community Star Ride: 2003 Wide Glide Join Date: Sep 20th, 2008 Posts: 492 My Mood:	Re: A Christmas Poem Good one!

Dec 15th, 2008, 01:51 PM	#5
STEVE07 Moderators Ride: 2007FLHTC Join Date: Oct 4th, 2008 Location: Kitchener Ontario Canada Posts: 3,574 My Mood:	Re: A Christmas Poem Read it to the others here at lunch. Good one

Dec 15th, 2008, 03:01 PM	#6
M0sesJJN Warming The Wheels Ride: 2008 Sportster XL1200 Join Date: Dec 1st, 2008 Posts: 64 My Mood:	Re: A Christmas Poem I think St. Nick'd be riding a Softail Heritage Classic in red and green paint if you ask me... What about Hannukah? Moe.

Dec 15th, 2008, 10:08 PM	#7
drake Community Guru Wannabe Ride: 1996 fatboy Join Date: Oct 12th, 2008 Location: ashland,ky. Posts: 1,160 My Mood:	Re: A Christmas Poem Hey, that was a good one!!!

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