“Twas The Night Before Christmas, by Martin Munson”
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
the only creature to be stirring,
was Martin’s trouser mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
big fucking deal we pressed in some thumbtacks, one here and one there.
Martin had assembled the characters, in their decorative manger,
so it appeared baby Jesus, was being touched by a stranger.
He had put two Elves, high up on the tree,
in a 69 position, like two gayers on “Glee.”
When through the door came Mrs. Munson, with a look of displeasure,
saying “No” to sex, three times for good measure.
Martin began, chasing her down halls,
with the plan obviously being, to empty his balls.
“Come back here!” he said, as he dodged thrown ice cubes,
he wanted to show her, the mistletoe shaved into his pubes.
Behind the door she went, and click went the lock,
once again Martin was left standing, with his hands on his cock.