Perfectpresent Stories

As I lay in my bed, I think with dread, Of past lovers, who I know consider dead. As Christmas draws near, This year I fear, Was wasted on flings both far And near. So this is to all who spend this winter. Alone but glad coz they left the cheater Lets raise our Ben's and lift the Jerry's Onto our lips and taste strawberries Let's sing and laugh a jolly Ho-ho-ho ! forgetting the past cheater and his hoe. So ha! and hey!and fiddle-de-dee ! I wonder what next Christmas will be like for me.