Jingle bells, mummy smells
She’s pissed her pants a bit
Her pelvic floor can take no more
But at least she didn’t shit
Dashing through the town
In a state of disarray
Oh what fun it is to shop
With every fucker in her way
Daddy’s feeling calm
The port has made him numb
He’s busy sitting in his chair
Wearing out his bum
The tree is up, piss pad in place
Now the fun begins
Mummy says feck it all
And opens up the Gins
Oh lovely Gin, lovely Gin
Several glasses have been sunk
Mummy’s rolling on the floor
Completely twatting drunk
Jingle bells, lots of smells
My beard is turning white
I plucked my chin this morning
The menopause is shite
Whatever age you are this year
Whatever family strife
I wish you a stubble free Christmas
And a drip free, happy life
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I've been writing for many years just never had the guts to start sharing. I started off with poetry and then began to adventure into erotica and fantasy stories. Trying new things.
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