To the tune of "Twas The Night Before Christmas" |
"The Night Before Last" 'Twas the night before last, and all through the house, My wife was not home, not even the mouse; I was horny as hell, and hung like a horse, In hopes she'd be home, so we could run our course; The children were gone, it was their weekend away, This was so perfect, we had plenty a time to play; With visions of her pussy, just riding my cock, It was throbbing a beat, to the grandfather clock; I had just went upstairs, and climbed into bed, With anticipation of my wife, giving me head; When all of a sudden, I heard such a clatter, I jumped out of bed, to see what was the matter; I opened the window, hit my head on the sash, Flew opened the shutters, and fell on my ass; The full moon brightly shining, gave a lustre below, To the two creatures stiring, all covered in snow; And what to my wondering eyes did appear, My wife all naked, and Santa drinking a beer; He giggled and laughed, as my wife danced around, Like a whore full of gas, as they fell to the ground; I heard him call out, all kinds of foul names, He had plans for my wife, to play his f***in games; He told her to suck on his fat little dick, This is your present, from Jolly Ol' St. Nick; I couldn't stand it, not one minute more, I ran down the stairs, flung opened the door; As I got outside, oh lickety split, They were engaged, in one hell of a kick; Her legs were spread wide, pointing up to the sky, He was humping her ass, as she let out a cry; I yelled to that asshole, get the f**k off my wife, As I heard him say, "I'm Cumming, What a hell of a life"; He got up an ran, so lively and quick, His belly would jiggle, and so would his dick; I heard him exclaim, as he rode out of sight, "Have A Merry F**king Christmas, And A F**ked Up Night". Written By: David E. Chartrand 12/03/2006 |