'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the site
Were swingers and swappers set up for the night;
JoJo’s stockings were laddered, her bottom was bare,
In hopes that David would unload his sack there;
The Admin were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of profiles danced in their heads;
MrsNorty in a basque and MrNorty in drag,
Had just settled down for a long winter's shag,
When out in the snow there arose such a ruck,
I pushed Stands out of bed and yelled “what the fuck?”
Away to the window we flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
A knob and a breast stuck out from a bush
Along with a leg, an arm and a tush,
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
A car full of doggers all drinking beer,
With a blonde passenger stroking the drivers dick,
I knew in a flash it must be Caz and Mick.
The M3’s in the bushes carried on with their shag,
And Rookie with fairy lights lit up a fag;
While Stella and Dizzy were lay on their backs
Giving Christmas cheer to the New Zealand All-Blacks
I looked down at the scene from my humble abode!
As one by one they each shot their load!
I saw msminicooper bent over a bench
And the DomeofPleasure pleasing his wench,
There was Hoopsie and 5 blokes, picture the scene
As they sang the bukkake song, “Cum on Eileen”
I saw BGBF with a whip and high heels
And listened with worry at poor HiThere’s squeals
Katie Jane and wantsie stood by
With tena pads to wipe tears from his eye.
Scorps and Beemer were juggling their tits
But no sign of Scatman, he was home with the shits
Alicia and Susan were stood on the grass,
Both bent over forward showing their ass.
BBW sat in the webcam room
Shaking her tits to lift up the gloom
Ladyxxx was being a hussy,
Tweaking her nipples and flashing her pussy;
Likkalotcassidy sat making mirth,
Of wandering MikeOldham and his trip round the Earth;
LucyLooseLegs was dropping her knicks,
And flashing her badge at Tracy26.
Blkkojak was watching and having a smoke ,
Looking for bapz and someone to poke
That canny lass girly was necking a broon,
Hoping to see zinzan oot on the toon;
Mangas' trousers had grown mistletoe
Above his flies for a festive blow,
There’s many more swingers to mention in time,
But not just yet cos I can’t make it rhyme;
Christmas in chat is a fun time of year,
Whether you’re straight or bisexual or queer.
But enough of me typing this drivel and shite,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
