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Title: Biker Santa
Post by: WozzA on 24.12. 2014 10:00
'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 BSA Rocket, 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 Bantan his Rocket 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 Rocket 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 Rocket 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,

Title: Re: Biker Santa
Post by: Greybeard on 24.12. 2014 12:02
Fantastic! *smile*

I just needed to look up Do-rag
Title: Re: Biker Santa
Post by: scotty on 24.12. 2014 12:46
nice one  *wink2*

Title: Re: Biker Santa
Post by: morris on 24.12. 2014 15:45
Thanks Wozza. That'll be printed and hung on the wall in my shed. *wink2* *yeah*
Title: Re: Biker Santa
Post by: bsa-bill on 24.12. 2014 16:04
Nice one Wozza

Here he is leaving my place - couldn't get down the chimney but next year he's sending one of his little helpers - (365 and counting) :D
Title: Re: Biker Santa
Post by: morris on 24.12. 2014 16:09
naughty naughty Bill... but warms the old heart... *smile*
Title: Re: Biker Santa
Post by: Topdad on 24.12. 2014 18:42
Nice one Wozza, Like Morris I'm printing that up , take care Bob
Title: Re: Biker Santa
Post by: KeithJ on 02.01. 2015 16:16
What imagination to come up with this!  Excellent effort.