Merry Christmas to all from Canada.
I thought that you would get a chuckle from this poem. Darn it all Santa did not get me my Harley Man again this year and I have been sooooooooooooo good.
SANTA PLEASE SEND ME MY HARLEY MAN
All I want for Christmas is my Harley man,
My Harley man to love me, hold me and take my hand,
And leed me off to Sturgisland.
Sturgisland...bikes, beer, tats and cool gear.
Friendships forged in iron,
Rollin thunder ecco's throughout the Black Hills.
Mecca for thousands.
Black leather, white lace,
Smiles on all the faces.
To feel the rumble in my groin as you take me home
So Santa if you please
Don't be a tease
Send me my Harley Man.
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