It's similar to the Christmas classic "A visit from St. Nicholas" (aka "T'was the night before Christmas"). Like the last poem, I don't know the author of it... What I do
I actually did a very small version of this myself - see the picture on the right - but this is the entire poem done up in "Biker" style. So here it is:
Twas the night before
Christmas, and all through
the garages, not a motorcycle
was rumbling,
except for Santa
Claus's.
The leather was
hung in the closet with care in hopes that nice
weather soon would be there. Our bikes were all
nestled snug under their covers with visions of
blacktop and burning up rubber.
With Momma in her
bandana and I in my skull cap, we had just
settled down for a long winters nap. When out on the
lawn, arose such a rumble - I sprang from the
bed and I started to grumble.
When, what to my
wondering eyes should appear? A pack of
motorcycles, with riders in gear! With one old rider
so lively and quick I knew in a moment
it must be a biker named Nick.
He was dressed in Red Leather, from his head to his foot and his clothes
were all tarnished with bugs and road soot. A bundle of chrome
he had flung on his back - down the chimney
he came, carrying a big red sack.
He spoke not a
word but went straight to his work. As he filled all
the bike boots, then turned with a jerk, and laying a
finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod,
up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his
bike, to his team gave a sign. They all
cracked their throttles and got into a line. "Now Harley, now
Honda, Now Triumph and Indian; on Kawi, on Suzuki, on
Yamaha and Victory."
But I heard him
exclaim as he roared out of sight:
"Keep the rubber
side down and have a good ride!"
Love this! Thanks for sharing!
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