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Well, we were quite stewed
And totally nude,
And reckless with seasonal folly.
Our Yule decoration
Was turned to frustration
When Bodie sat down on the holly.
Oh the mistletoe bough
The mistletoe bough -
I stripped off some berries and crushed 'em,
And firmly applied
Them to his wounded pride;
His protests: more whisky soon shushed 'em.
You won't be amiss
If you think I did kiss
The pain from that muscular rear,
And yes, you are right:
Decoration's delight
Was abandoned, at least for this year!
Title: Prick Song
Author: The Hag
Slash: Bodie/Doyle
Proslib: yes
And totally nude,
And reckless with seasonal folly.
Our Yule decoration
Was turned to frustration
When Bodie sat down on the holly.
Oh the mistletoe bough
The mistletoe bough -
I stripped off some berries and crushed 'em,
And firmly applied
Them to his wounded pride;
His protests: more whisky soon shushed 'em.
You won't be amiss
If you think I did kiss
The pain from that muscular rear,
And yes, you are right:
Decoration's delight
Was abandoned, at least for this year!
Title: Prick Song
Author: The Hag
Slash: Bodie/Doyle
Proslib: yes