Mrs. Claus
Mrs Claus.
I’d come more than once a year for her.
I’ve a bulging sack full of goodness for her.
I’d cover her mince pie with my custard.
I’ve got mistletoe hanging from my belly button, pucker up.
I’m gonna baste her in my juices.
She’ll have to pull on my cracker until it pops.
Then if we’re up to it, we’ll have sex or something.
Comments (3)
Terence McDanger
December 18th, 2009 at 8:38 pm
There really isn’t anything can be added apart from the obvious. But Jaaaaasus. The top one looks filthy doesn’t she?
Chris P Pancake
December 20th, 2009 at 2:25 am
Is it true that she found two plums in her pudding?
Holemaster
December 22nd, 2009 at 3:23 pm
No wonder he only leaves the house once a year.
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