Santa Is Coming
Santa comes but once a year
Impotence his greatest fear
He fills up his sack
Slings it on his back
Hope he wont drop his load here
Mrs Claus was in great distress
She wants sex she does confess
Santa saw his GP
Saying please help me
We need to sort out this mess
The doc prescribed some blue pills
They cured Santa of his ills
Now back in the sack
Not flat on their back
Now they are getting their thrills
11~22~14
Contest: What’s up with Santa
Sponsor Jerry Curtis
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2014
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