Here’s a Christmas poem that made me smile. It is a parody of A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore.
In case you didn’t know fanny means something completely different in America, it means a person’s bottom so Father Christmas isn’t a pervert, ha ha.
Father Christmas On A Harley Davidson.
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A Harley Davidson Christmas Poem
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the pad,
There was nada happenin’, now that’s pretty bad.
The woodstove was hung up in that stocking routine,
In hopes that the Fat Boy would soon make the scene.
With our stomachs packed with tacos and beer,
My girl and I crashed on the couch for some cheer.
When out in the yard there arose such a racket,
I ran for the door and pulled on my jacket.
I saw a large bro’ on a ’56 Pan
Wearin’ black leathers, a cap, and boots (cool biker, man).
He hauled up the bars on that bike full of sacks,
And that Pan hit the roof like it was running on tracks.
I couldn’t help gawking, the old guy had class.
But I had to go in, I was freezing my ass.
Down through the stovepipe he fell with a crash,
And out of the stove, he came dragging his stash.
With a smile and some glee he passed out the loot,
A new jacket for her and some parts for my scoot.
He patted her fanny and shook my right hand,
Spun on his heel and up the stovepipe, he ran.
From up on the roof came a great deal of thunder,
As that massive V-twin ripped the silence asunder.
With beard in the wind, he roared off in the night,
Shouting, “Have a cool Yule, and to all a good ride!
By Unknown.
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The image at the top of the page is from unknown and is via iStock.
The image of Father Christmas on a Harley Davidson and the poem above are from unknown people but were sourced from Giggle Palooza.
Read about Harley-Davidson here.