With Horny Juana, Santa layed in a car Across the street from the Maiales Bar With a big candy cane in the shape of a stick Horny Juana said, "Give it to me Nick!" St. Nick got his jollies then opened the door But the horny hooker still wanted more She said, "Don't leave St. Nick...I want your time I wanna be yours and you can be mine" "Don't be sad", Santa Clause said My wife will get mad and I will be dead Oh naked hooker, go take a nap Maybe next year, you'll sit on my lap You'll sit on my lap again screaming my name Then I'll really give you a big red & white candy cane Anyways, you can't handle the ride all night and all day!" Santa Clause yelled as he left in his sleigh.
Reason for writing:
This poem was written for pure sport. It also represents
how Santa Clause is "The Man" and a important icon during
the month of december.Sacense a la chingada all the wack
poets who make no sense with their depressions. Nut House
Poets are the lick.
Birth sign: Cancer
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