Twas the night after Christmas, when all through my pad,
Nothing was happening, now that’s pretty bad
The candles were lit and the bed made with great care, In hopes that Ms. Santa soon would be bare
The reindeer were nestled all snug in the shed, Exhausted from last night, Rudolf nearly dead
My stomach was full of tacos and wine, When she returns from the store we’ll have a good time
When out in the yard there arose such a racket, I ran for the door and pulled on my jacket.
Out the front door I flew like a flash, To see who overturned the garbage full of Christmas trash.
The moon shone down on the new-fallen snow, Gave the light of mid-day to the objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, Twas Ms Santa decked out in Dominatrix gear
She had a flogger in one hand and in the other a whip, A strap-on and paddle dangled from her hip
“Your a*s is mine Santa, ” she shouted with great cheer,
“Now get in the house and let’s have some beer!!
2007-12-25
09:57:45
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