Perry Campanella

Rookie (5/18/1948 / NYC)

I'M Dreamin' Of A Dry Christmas - Poem by Perry Campanella

I'm dreamin' of a dry Christmas
just like one's I use to know
where weathermen announce, all use our bypass
where you may go, all clear of night's white snow

Im' deamin' of a dry Christmas,
just like one's i've use to know,
where tree-tops glissen an children listen
to hear my Harley roar, just for show

I'm dreamin' of a dry Christmas,
where my love one's expect me, too show,
Home, where my heart is, an our Sunday-Mass, Ho! Ho!
Packin' gifts like Santa Clause, swiftly as a bike will go

Where tree tops an my sportster crome glessions,
each piston hummin' to, never missin' it's tone,
True symphony, as she roams, with clean air without emitions
Tis Christmas, an packin' gear, with my Lady, have gone home
Ho! Ho! Ho!
'Have a Merry Little Christmas'

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 9, 2009


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