a Christmas Tale
I usually dig this old thing up every year or two. I had a little too much energy late one xmas eve a few years back and this was the result. enjoy.
Twas the nite before christmas and locked in his room,
our hero was brooding in cold winter gloom.
"I'm job-less, I'm girl-less and bored right to tears.
Unbathed and unshaved and I've wax in my ears."
His penis was restless and began to complain.
"It's been many months and I ain't had a thang."
The year had been cruel to his poor little man.
"I'm sick of your socks and I'm sick of your hand!"
"I suppose turning in is a bearable task.
If that is the only way i can get ass..."
For he knew he'd find comfort asleep in his bed,
while visions of sugar-buns danced in his head.
"But visions of ladies just aren't the same,
and instead of some titties, I'm sucking on cane!"
Well his options were few and his patience was small,
and he said to himself "This won't do at all!"
"Some holiday cheer could be just the thing,
to raise up my spirits and get me to sing.
Commercialism can help me forget.
I'll buy christmas presents and further my debt!"
For a moment or two his spirits were eager.
But alas, with no job, his dollars were meager.
So back to his room he retired with scorn...
"I HATE FUCKING CHRISTMAS... NOW WHERE'S ME SOME PORN!?"
Twas the nite before christmas and locked in his room,
our hero was brooding in cold winter gloom.
"I'm job-less, I'm girl-less and bored right to tears.
Unbathed and unshaved and I've wax in my ears."
His penis was restless and began to complain.
"It's been many months and I ain't had a thang."
The year had been cruel to his poor little man.
"I'm sick of your socks and I'm sick of your hand!"
"I suppose turning in is a bearable task.
If that is the only way i can get ass..."
For he knew he'd find comfort asleep in his bed,
while visions of sugar-buns danced in his head.
"But visions of ladies just aren't the same,
and instead of some titties, I'm sucking on cane!"
Well his options were few and his patience was small,
and he said to himself "This won't do at all!"
"Some holiday cheer could be just the thing,
to raise up my spirits and get me to sing.
Commercialism can help me forget.
I'll buy christmas presents and further my debt!"
For a moment or two his spirits were eager.
But alas, with no job, his dollars were meager.
So back to his room he retired with scorn...
"I HATE FUCKING CHRISTMAS... NOW WHERE'S ME SOME PORN!?"