Shall I compare you to a winter's day

When snug in bed we're warm

And indulge in things a bit risqué

In the Christmas dawn.

I love that in my mouth you fit

So neatly and so snug

As in and out and in and out

It leaves me feeling smug.

Some people say it's rude to do

Public thought is murky

When in my mouth I'm holding you

They think we're very quirky

Your stiff and eager, upright stance

That gives me such ideas

Of sucking you off all day long

Moves me close to tears.

Standing next to women

You have a pulling might.

Their golden morals, tumbling

Vanish out of sight.

Dressed in white and red

You cut a dashing form

It's not just women who crave you

We all make a storm!

You're bad for me I know it

My body starts to show it

You make me start to fake it

In gym-club company.

I'd ban you from my party

But I fear it would be a flop

For you're making Christmas hearty

By standing near the top.

I glance at you through carols

I glance through noon-day roast

I glance at you through games and play

And through the evening toast.

I want to creep away

And all of you unwrap

Instead I softly say

I'm grown up now, it's cr*p

When finally I get you,

I find it such a pain.

For vanishing you're gone

My Christmas candy cane!

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