Are you wearing an elf outfit?
Does it come with all
the kit?
Pixie boots and a
floppy hat
The green tights and
all that
If you come to the
grotto with me
You can call me Santa
and sit on my knee
Are you wearing an elf outfit?
Does it come with all
the kit?
Pixie boots and a
floppy hat
The green tights and
all that
If you come to the
grotto with me
You can call me Santa
and sit on my knee
A chickpea and a lentil, what is
The difference between
that brace?
It’s simple really
because no one
Ever paid to have a
lentil on their face
Are you wearing a green Christmas outfit?
You look very
beautiful in it
In fact, you look very
cute
In your Santa’s little
helper suit
A Christmas hat sits
atop your curls
In a way only suited
to girls
A beautiful green
velvet dress
And white fur trim to
impress
Striped woollen legs
of green and white
Are they stocking or
tights?
Stockings would be in
reason
More in keeping with the
season
But I would not
disparage woolly tights
They too have their
own delights
Come and help me trim
the tree
And say you dressed
this way for me?
I am wearing a contented expression?
And all that is necessarily
attached
I’m a man and at the
end of the day
And if it itches, it
will be scratched
There may well be, as they say
“Plenty of fish in the
sea”
But until I catch
myself a cod
I'm left holding my
rod
Once I found out that masturbating
Was an addictive habit
I knew from that very moment
on
That I just had to
beat it
I love the human body though some
Bits more than others
I must confess
And I thank God for
nipples, as without
Are you wearing a Santa outfit?
Does it come with all the kit?
The boots and beard and hat
And padding to make you look fat
I didn’t believe in Santa anymore
Now I see you and I think phwor
I really enjoyed our date
I’m so glad that you
rang
It was a brilliant Guy
Fawkes
Night that ended with
a bang
My Bonfire night cracker
Always good for a
thrill
My favourite little
sparkler
I like to call “Catherine
will”
Bangers and sparklers
Weren’t the fireworks
At the Bonfire night party
But the girls I
invited
Are you wearing a red Christmas outfit?
You look very beautiful in it
In fact you look very cute
In your Santa’s little helper suit
A Christmas hat sits atop your curls
In a way only suited to girls
A beautiful red velvet dress
And white fur trim to impress
Striped woollen legs of red and white
Are they stocking or tights?
Stockings would be in reason
More in keeping with the season
But I would not disparage woolly tights
They too have their own delights
Come and help me trim the tree
And say you dressed this way for me?
Are you wearing tinsel in your hair?
Sitting atop your
golden curls
You look so very
angelic to me
A jewel more precious
than pearls
But looks can be
deceiving
Angel with the golden
curls
And later on, I might
well discover
You’re one of the
naughty girls
There was something remarkable
A special quality
beyond belief
Something dangerous
and daring
With the dark-haired
slip of mischief
Are you wearing it the right way?
I heard the pretty girl say
Should it be tied like so?
For kissing under the mistletoe
Am I showing my naïveté?
In the most embarrassing way
It’s just that I kind of felt
It shouldn’t be tied on your belt
Having sex in an elevator?
Those dirty little devils
That kind of behaviour
Is wrong on so many
levels
Are you wearing it for a reason?
Is it because of the
festive season?
You won’t be kissed
under the mistletoe
Because you’re wearing
it too low
Being from an army family I dreaded
Being invited to the
officer’s mess
Because I’d have one
too many margarita’s
And it always ends in
distress
When I suggested you needed protection
I wasn’t meaning you
needed a condom
I was merely wondering
if you happened
To have a suitable
raincoat to put on
Are you wearing a puzzled expression?
You must really think
I have some gall
But if it wasn’t for
pickpockets like me