Christmas Poem from Shipwreck
» By Shipwreck - Dec 23rd, 2007
All my good readers,
From Oz to the UK,
We celebrate our Christmas’s
In many a special way.
We bask in the sun,
Or frolic in the Snow,
The happiness on our faces,
This time of year does show.
The differences of males,
And the way we think,
Seems irrelevant when
We draw upon a common link.
Our partners, our friends,
Our work place companions,
All look the same
After we drink many gallons.
When Santa arrives
And spoils us rotten,
There’s one thing that Shipwreck
Hopes you’ve not forgotten.
Santa’s a male,
And he likes to drink beer,
So leave him a glass
To share in the cheer.
…meanwhile…
Mrs Clause waits
At the pole in anticipation,
That her hub will come home
With severe chimney laceration.
He gets back late,
Smelling like a brewery,
And wifey sets out judging him,
Just like a jury.
“What took so long,
You damn drunken mess?”
Said Mrs Clause standing there
In her short red dress.
“I was delivering presents.
Lay off and chill out!”
As Santa sits in his chair
With his belly hanging out.
“What do you think of these?”
As Mrs Clause yells “hoorah”.
She pulls out her Double D’s
From the seats of her bra.
Santas Clause’s eyes drop
From the sockets in his head.
He gets to his feet,
And carries Mrs Clause to bed.
After the event,
The both lay there resting.
Mrs Clause rips off the stick-ons
And exclaims - “Ha! Just testing!”
Santa is stunned,
He is totally lost.
How can I make them real?
How much would they cost?
…well…
This story is fiction,
Unlike Santa himself.
They both read Shipwreck’s Blog,
For their relationship health.
Boob size doesn’t matter
Because if it did,
Santa would never leave
Mrs Clause and his crib.
Wishing all Shipwreck Blog readers around the world a very Merry Christmas, a safe and prosperous New Year, and a 2008 full of understanding of the sexes!
Shipwreck xx
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