Poetry by Jeff Green

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Mistletoe musings

by cricketjeff on December 29, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Each time she’s kissed upon the lips
It seems her halo always slips
You’d think that this should not be so
It’s underneath the mistletoe
But though the kisses may be chaste
The problem’s where his hands are placed
She really wants to be so good
And only think the things she should
But really what’s a girl to do
When her bum gets squeezed by a hunk like you!

Author notes

Prompt is a picture of a “little angel” saying “So my halo slips every now and then, get over it!”