Merry Crippy

Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the town
the sidewalks were rolled up, the traffic wound down
He gazed to the stars an dreamed faraway
the silence was beautiful and held him that day
but what music to his wondering ears should he hear
but the sound of a harley crankin up in first gear
thru the distant cold night the sweet sounds they tore
as the throttle changed tunes and thru second he bore
the echoing pipes in the stillness surround me
as the rider board-shifted and banged into three
He strained his good ear and he listened and then
the sound faded to the distance as he changed gears again
he knew in an instant what would be needed
so back to the house was where he proceeded
he dug out the night shades the chaps and the leather
and found a warm scarf an some gloves for the weather
out to the barn door and then up the ramp
he aimed at the crankcase and turned on the heat lamp
while the steel was warming he quickly got dressed
astride the cold saddle is where he progressed
he pushed her thru twice and the oil felt real thick
but he choked her down good and gave her a kick
the rear cylinder popped and the engine she shudder
he sucked her up to the top and kicked her another
about the fourth time he jumped on her ass
she fired on both heads so he gave her the gas
he eased down the drive and then down the street
the Oil gettin thinner because of the heat
and when she was ready he gave her the gun
and In the cold air she was ready to run
his fingers were cold and his face it was freezin
he knew that it wasn't really bike ridin season
but after he heard that tune in his ears
he knew it was him should be bangin them gears
and when he was done and his putt locked from sight
he felt cold and good and delivered and right

Merry Fuckin Christmas
Sludge