Hanky Panky

A plea for a little Christmas hanky panky sees a husband cruelly (or perhaps rightly) rebuffed.


Christmas Poetry


Christmas Dirty Poems


Ever So Humble

When toward my bed I stumble
My wife greets me with a grumble
“Hello my little apple crumble”
I say as in her nightgown I fumble
My advances are met with a mumble
“Dearest, my desire is quite humble
A little bit of rough and tumble”
Her reply is yet another mumble
But we did have a Christmas fumble

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