I pulled a cracker
At the
Christmas Party
And by way
of a novelty
She wasn’t
even tarty
Not at all
my type
But I began
to weaken
And thought
to myself
Well tis the
season
When the
pagan symbol
We were
stood below
Took effect,
we kissed
Beneath the
Mistletoe
Though not
my usual morsel
I’m not one
who dawdles
And I soon
had my hands
On her Christmas baubles
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