Mistletoe Mishap
Such a gorgeous peach is she,
With luscious eyes fixed on me!
Skin so fair, lips full and red,
Somebody slap me, I can't be dead!
She's headin' this way, with mistletoe in hand,
I'm all yours baby, I wanna be your man!
I'm gettin' pretty nervous, about to drop my cup,
She grabs me by the shirt & says,..."Get ready, pucker up!"
My heart skips a beat, it sings a new song,
She sticks out her tongue, damn, it's awful long!
She's not a good kisser, how bad is it gonna get?
Somebody bring a bib, my shirt's sloppy wet!
I wake up in my bed, after sleepin' like a log,
Would you believe, I was kissin' my dog?!
Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2009
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