Please only read for a laugh .... Not intended to offend just popped into my head and I ran with it.. Play on stereo type's and just a joke no harm no fowl. Merry CHRISTMAS TO ALL.
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a spouse.
The stockings were not hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Sugar Daddy soon would be there.
The strippers were nestled all snug in their G-strings,
While visions of Benjamins danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘teddy, and I in my speedo,
Had just settled our brains for a long coke crash.
When out on the Parking lot there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bar stool to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I wobble like a lush,
Tore open the leppoard print curtain and ripped the paper cut out.
The moon on the breast of the half naked hoe
Gave the lustre of mid-day to my eyes they do not know.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight midget strippers.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Sugar Daddy.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Methy! now, Oxy! now, Roxy and Xanax!
On, Coke! On, Vodka! on, on MDMA and Abortion!
To the top of the pole! to the top of the wall!
Now strip away! Strip away! Strip away all!"
As dry laps that before the wild extra girl gave,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount and ride away.
So up to the VIP Room the coursers they flew,
With the pockets full of pills, and St Sugar Daddy too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the room
The prancing and pawing of each little Stilletto.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down his pants St Sugar Daddy came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with Seeman and goo.
A bundle of Pills he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Dream, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was quiverring like a fool,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow he sold.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his rotted teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a halo of meth.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, and she didn't care,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to pawn.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all their pockets, while they turned jerked.
And laying his finger inside her hose,
And giving a nod, she knew she was there!
He sprang to his Hoop D, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like down to the next club.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Stripping and to all the xtras and drugs in here,
I'll be back before next year!"



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