Santa's Pan
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Santa's Pan
In honor of the earlier Xmas poem, here is the song of Panhead:
There was knuckle and shovel
and Twin-cam and Evo
Sportster and VRod and
F-Twin - Grey Fellow,
…but do you recall
the most famous Harley of all
Panhead the V-Twin Harley
Had some very shiny chrome
And if you ever rode it
you would never leave it home.
All of the metric riders
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Panhead
join in any hiway games.
Then one foggy Christmas eve
Santa came to say:
"Panhead with your chrome so bright,
won't you be my putt tonight?"
That made the metrics jealous
as they posted caustic rants:
"Panhead the chromed out Harley,
you’re not better than us slants!"
There was knuckle and shovel
and Twin-cam and Evo
Sportster and VRod and
F-Twin - Grey Fellow,
…but do you recall
the most famous Harley of all
Panhead the V-Twin Harley
Had some very shiny chrome
And if you ever rode it
you would never leave it home.
All of the metric riders
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Panhead
join in any hiway games.
Then one foggy Christmas eve
Santa came to say:
"Panhead with your chrome so bright,
won't you be my putt tonight?"
That made the metrics jealous
as they posted caustic rants:
"Panhead the chromed out Harley,
you’re not better than us slants!"
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RE: Santa's Pan
This is pretty good so I thought I'd bring it back up to the top.
ORIGINAL: grunt
In honor of the earlier Xmas poem, here is the song of Panhead:
There was knuckle and shovel
and Twin-cam and Evo
Sportster and VRod and
F-Twin - Grey Fellow,
…but do you recall
the most famous Harley of all
Panhead the V-Twin Harley
Had some very shiny chrome
And if you ever rode it
you would never leave it home.
All of the metric riders
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Panhead
join in any hiway games.
Then one foggy Christmas eve
Santa came to say:
"Panhead with your chrome so bright,
won't you be my putt tonight?"
That made the metrics jealous
as they posted caustic rants:
"Panhead the chromed out Harley,
you’re not better than us slants!"
In honor of the earlier Xmas poem, here is the song of Panhead:
There was knuckle and shovel
and Twin-cam and Evo
Sportster and VRod and
F-Twin - Grey Fellow,
…but do you recall
the most famous Harley of all
Panhead the V-Twin Harley
Had some very shiny chrome
And if you ever rode it
you would never leave it home.
All of the metric riders
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Panhead
join in any hiway games.
Then one foggy Christmas eve
Santa came to say:
"Panhead with your chrome so bright,
won't you be my putt tonight?"
That made the metrics jealous
as they posted caustic rants:
"Panhead the chromed out Harley,
you’re not better than us slants!"