Part 16 - 'Twas the bikes before Christmas. (poem)
Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 12:31 pm
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Part 16 - 'Twas the bikes before Christmas.
'Twas the bikes before Christmas
Who purred as they rode
To a Sunday tradition
Down the old 'frog and toad'.
Cold was the weather
The sky overcast
The riders well wrapped up
They rode not too fast.
The bikes were courageous,
The riders were brave
As they pulled up for breakfast
At the Hollyville Cafe.
They met many others
The carpark was tight
Dozens of old bikes
It made quite a sight
With breakfast now ordered
They wandered outside
To revel in wonder
At the lines of old bikes.
They talked about brake shoes,
adjustments, and spanners,
One guy said, "To start it,
I mention a hammer".
Many great marques,
representing the past
British built bikes,
Here's the proof that they last.
The voice of the waitress,
Had yelled "Thirty-four!",
One more hungry biker,
Went in through the door,
Inside there were riders
and helmets and gloves,
And mugs full of tea,
Next to plates filled with grub,
They talked about speedos'
ammeters and more,
and bad oil drips
Which flowed under shed door.
Now breakfast is finished,
And time's marching on
They'd love to chat longer,
But need to be gone.
The engines are started,
Then all wave goodbye
They cheer "Merry Christmas
To you and your bike".


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Part 16 - 'Twas the bikes before Christmas.
'Twas the bikes before Christmas
Who purred as they rode
To a Sunday tradition
Down the old 'frog and toad'.
Cold was the weather
The sky overcast
The riders well wrapped up
They rode not too fast.
The bikes were courageous,
The riders were brave
As they pulled up for breakfast
At the Hollyville Cafe.
They met many others
The carpark was tight
Dozens of old bikes
It made quite a sight
With breakfast now ordered
They wandered outside
To revel in wonder
At the lines of old bikes.
They talked about brake shoes,
adjustments, and spanners,
One guy said, "To start it,
I mention a hammer".
Many great marques,
representing the past
British built bikes,
Here's the proof that they last.
The voice of the waitress,
Had yelled "Thirty-four!",
One more hungry biker,
Went in through the door,
Inside there were riders
and helmets and gloves,
And mugs full of tea,
Next to plates filled with grub,
They talked about speedos'
ammeters and more,
and bad oil drips
Which flowed under shed door.
Now breakfast is finished,
And time's marching on
They'd love to chat longer,
But need to be gone.
The engines are started,
Then all wave goodbye
They cheer "Merry Christmas
To you and your bike".


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