X-mas poetry-add a verse...

Unknown

Twas the night before Christmas,

and out in the shed

gramps was working

on his Hudson flat head



A rattle and bang,

he souts out with glee:

we'll see if she'll start

I'll crank her on three.

[Deleted User]

Gramps pumped on the gas

and cranked on the starter;

meanwhile at the North Pole

things couldn't have been harder.



Three reindeer down ill,

Santa just scratched his head:

"I guess that I'll need

to drive a Hudson instead."



"Which one will it be,

for it's getting quite late,

Hornet coupe number three,

or the Commodore Eight?".

Ol racer

Oh lets take the Hudson Truck instead of the slieh this year;

It has three on the 'tree' already, very dependable. and will

haul far more presents....

SamJ

Before santa left earth

For his trip though the sky

The cops stopped his Hudson

On a slam-dunk DUI



Old Santa got rowdy

Way more than you'd think

Now his Hudson's impounded

And he's in the klink.

hudsontech

Twas the night before Christmas,

And out in my shop,

The Hudson gleamed proudly,

Waiting for the motor to spin like a top!!!

barrysweet52

Till 1937 the cars were all simple and plain

But now Hudson has a great looking Terraplane

Santa can now deliver all the presents and toys

In his new Terraplane to all the good girls and boys.

[Deleted User]

Olracer is FAST, and can shift on the fly,

He can pass 'em on the inside, or even up high,

But when rhyming is wanted, or asked for one day,

We find that "alas" it is NOT his forte'.



Lol...love ya ole racer.;)

Browniepetersen

T'was the night before Christmas,

And, out in Brownie's small shed.

He was working on his Martz Roadster,

As his knukles all bled.



The roadster parts were hanging,

All covered with dirt and oil.

The harder Brownie worked,

The more frustation he did boil.



On the ground lay an old muffler,

Rusty, dented and bent.

All the neighbors were laughing,

At the sounds and the scent.



Then up on the roof-top,

There arose such a chatter.

More neighbors peeked out,

To see what was the matter.



It was Brownie in his HUDSON flight shirt,

Soiled, tattered, bumpy and torn.

A burnt piston in one hand,

The other a rifle and horn.



He said: "I can't take any more,

This old Hudson must die.

To deal with this clunker,

Is like living a lie."



He then pointed his rifle,

At that innocent car.

As he aimed down the barrel,

He said: "Ill not miss by too far."



Six steel jackets latter,

The roadster lay in pieces.

His wife called the family,

Friends, aunts, uncles and nieces.



"Come see what Brownie did!"

His wife cried out loud.

"He has done slaughtered his Roadster!"

"And, he seems rather proud!"







Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone...

[Deleted User]

Twas the day before Christmas

and I'm off of work

so it's out to the Terraplane

and the drive shaft I jerk



I install one U-joint with nary a hitch

but the last one I try

I run into a glitch



I drop the bearings all over the floor

I gather them up, but I need just one more



It's now 10AM and my knuckles are bare

and wishing Mordenti or Kostansek were there.



so it's off to the parts store

to buy a new joint

which brings me to the end, so I'll make my point



Merry Christmas to all, and New year too

If this Terraplane was a horse

It would be a bottle of glue.

Unknown

Hooray! I shouted with glee

A stepdown on ebay, I'll bid with trust

I bid and I won, it didn't come free

Now I shall pray, it will be free of rust!

Aaron D. IL

Twas the night before christmas

and I posted to the forum

A topic we've covered before

just so I could fight boredom.



Then what to my wondering eyes should appear

but Doc's Super 6 punch

and some Hudsonite beer.



More rapid then a Hornet

The Hudnuts they came

Along with their mugs

so that super punch they could claim



And with me stuck in europe

not a Hudson in site

I corked the Hudsonite bottle

and called it a night.