Roses are Red, Violets are blue... Part Deux

Roses are red
Leaves are green
You’re the hottest Santa
I’ve ever seen
 
Roses are red
Poinsettias are too
It's been very pleasing
Getting to know you
 
Roses are red,
Violets are blue...
I've had too much to drink.
How about you?
 
Violets are blue
Just as roses are red
I've spent my morning
perving lit in my bed
 
Roses are red,
Violets are blue...
Come down my chimney,
And I'll have a surprise for you.
 
Roses are red
And lilies are white
When I come down your chimney
I'll give you a gift to use through the night
 
Roses smell better
Than violets - no doubt!
Getting down the chimney is easy...
But good luck getting out.
 
Roses are red
Violets are blue
There's no better way
To clean the flue
 
Roses are red
and Violets are blue
It's why the suit only lasts
for a night or two
 
Violets are blue,
Roses are red.
Santa uses Velcro
Instead of thread

Cookies are great
And candy is sticky,
But I hear Santa's most fond
Of an offered quickie
 
Roses are red
Daisies cover the range
That Velcro sure makes
For a quick strip and change

The cookies can wait
He doesn't need to be fed
When Santa can spend his time
In an offered warm bed

For the tempo may vary
And even be quick
But he stays the course
Till the very last lick
 
Bravo! I can't compete :)

Roses are red,
I always wish he could stay,
But Santa has a schedule
That gets in the way.
 
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Rose thorns are bloody
Blushes are ruddy
Mocha is muddy
Wanna fuck?
 
When roses are red
As he visits the village
It's his one night
To bed and pillage

He does it with glee
And without any fear
Because his partners know
He only comes once a year

So as he finishes
And empties his sac
He leaves with a smile
Knowing next year...he'll be back

So he steals a kiss and a cookie too
and he'll be on his way
With a lighter load
As he mounts his sleigh

The only regret
Is that he has to flee
But that one stop
Is what filled him with glee
 
Santa gets hot
And forgets his sack
But an amazing bj
Gets him back on track

When he parks the sleigh
Turn off the telly!
It's time to rock
On Santa's belly.
 
Roses are blue
Violets are blue
When the temperature outside's
Below minus two.
 
I like roses of red
And sometimes a red carnation
The grin on Santa’s face
Is one sinful invitation
 
Roses are red
This place seems so blue
Hope you all have happy holidays
And a good New Year too.
 
Roses are red
Violets are fuschia,
You don't give me head
The way that you used ta'
 
Good one!

Roses are red
Like Rudolph’s nose,
Santa’s something else
Out of those clothes!
 
Roses are red
Your nipples are brown
Your pussy is pink
Think I'll go downtown
 
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