“50 shades of Santa” by Joey Bevan

A Christmas poem by Joey Bevan

 

Joey Bevan

“50 shades of Santa” by Joey Bevan

 

Tis the morning of Christmas I started to wake,
Wondering if this santa dude was real or fake,
When a crash, bang, boom! Someone was here!
Chomping on a carrot meant for the reindeer!
I’m Father Christmas the media have it wrong,
I have a six packed body and a 12 inch dong!
This silver fox fella got into my bed,
With a big white beard and all dressed in red,
Expecting some old chub with a 80 year old wife,
Oh no santa has been living the single gay life!
This older muscle bear type with a jolly giggle,
Whipped out his CandyCane and gave it a wiggle,
His big sack full of magic & grace,
As he emptied this sack over my face,
The shock alone made me scream with fear,
As he “50 shades of santa’ed” me in the rear!
Moral of the story is Santa could be gay,
But who even cares at the end of the day!

???merry Christmas one and all and have a lovely day!

 

Joey Bevan

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