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Sung to "Hark The Herald Angel" carol....

Check the oil and tyre pressure
Nothing better than old bikes for pleasure
'Tis a fine day, and a brand new year
Start your engine and select first gear.

Glory in that lovely sound
Feel the tingle, your highway bound.
Get in top and open the gas
wind in your face and vibes on your ass.

Sweep round bends and test its limits
Nothing better to lift your spirits.
Don’t feel the cold, just crouch more forward
The time you spent on her is all rewarded.

It’d be better if there was a bit more heat.
But it suits your engine, doesn't miss a beat
The lust is quenched you feel exalted
Take her back home she’s really sorted.

Then a bang there's something tinkling
Surely not, your heart starts sinking
What can it be, you fear the worst
Back down the gears and into first.

Seconds ago your were really flying
Now you're stopping the engines dying
What a relief though you start to laugh
You've looked in the tank, you're just out of gas

Hark the motorcycle invention
God on earth a divine creation.

Happy New Year Mr Hitchcock and all Enfield Riders.....Best wishes....Les H

Ahh pity my poem didn't stack....'tis all jumbled up....Les H

you have to add a 4 character code at the end of each line which is left pointy bracket, 'b', 'r', right pointy bracket. hard to show as when when I type it
it does that.. paste it twice

and you get a new paragraph. the brackets are those greater/less than ones with br in between no spaces.


Nice carol as well!

OK, It's New year,,,



Check the oil and tyre pressure
Nothing better than old bikes for pleasure
'Tis a fine day, and a brand new year
Start your engine and select first gear.

Glory in that lovely sound
Feel the tingle, your highway bound.
Get in top and open the gas
wind in your face and vibes on your ass.
Sweep round bends and test its limits
Nothing better to lift your spirits.
Don’t feel the cold, just crouch more forward
The time you spent on her is all rewarded.
It’d be better if there was a bit more heat.
But it suits your engine, doesn't miss a beat



The lust is quenched you feel exalted
Take her back home she’s really sorted.
Then a bang there's something tinkling
Surely not, your heart starts sinking
What can it be, you fear the worst
Back down the gears and into first.
Seconds ago your were really flying
Now you're stopping the engines dying
What a relief though you start to laugh
You've looked in the tank, you're just out of gas
Hark the motorcycle invention
God on earth a divine creation.

Happy New Year Mr Hitchcock and all Enfield Riders.....Best wishes....Les H

Very many Thanks Scalyback, much appreciated...happy riding....and singing....Les H

So that's how it's done. I might just managed that!