Twas the night before X mas and all through the garage, not one scooter would run right, not even the Hog.
Hammers and chisels were scattered about, a man stood starring and was all in a pout.
He cussed and he cursed at his CVO cycle, slapped it and beat it and threatened it with a rifle.
As he twisted the throttle it farted and popped, spit up some rice and a big cloud of dust.
He raised his fist high and screamed at the moon, I'll get you Fullsac, it must be your tune!
He strapped on his boots and a big leather vest, kicked the door open and rode to the west.
As the Hog Doctor waited for his patient to arrive, he prepared some tissues to help with his cries.
On to the dyno they strapped the big Pig, it grunted and groaned and farted again.
The Doctor was quick to point out the ailment, its got no fuel Boy, you need to adjust it!
Back to the east he rode the gold beast, with the sun in his face he was pissed and disgraced.
He tried to go fast as he gave it the gas, but Beemer's and Honda's passed him and laughed.
So into the garage he parked the tired Hog, and on to the forum to vent like a moron.
Try as he might to damage Fullsac, at the end of the day they all had his back.
So DC lets bring peace to this place, your hemorrhoids will thank you and look less like your face.

Merry X mas my friend!