A CHRISTMAS WISH

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Christmas time is not all bad,
So many reasons to be not sad,
But there’s a subject I must raise
With Santa. Boy, it’s left me phased.

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The weather, you will all have seen,
Has taken a turn that’s quite obscene.
The nights are cold, the mornings chilly,
And what I need concerns my willy.

Asking Santa will cause a shock, for what I need is [whispers] – a ‘c*ck sock’.

It makes me blush and I don’t know
How to phrase it, or to show
The correct decorum and respect,
Demanded by the ultimate prefect.

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So perhaps I should just ask,
Tho’ I’ll have to complete the task,
For needles and some knitting wool,
A pattern and a wooden stool,
And then I’ll sit before the hearth
And knit myself a willy scarf.

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It won’t take long, I’m only lickle,
I’m worried though that it might tickle,
But laughing is good or so I’m told
I’ll go for it before I’m old!!!

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(Lo,TG is out of the office until she stops feeling faint. Probably some time in the New Year. Lo,TG Ed)

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