When Millie Caught Me Under The Mistletoe
When Millie caught me under the mistletoe,
We locked lips and she wouldn’t let go.
Now, I know it’s tradition… a holiday custom
But man! My lips… I thought she’d bust ‘em.
Her eyes had the gaze of ho-ho-ho
But when we joined lips, she wouldn’t let go.
At first, her kiss was so gentle and sweet
But then she decided to floss my teeth.
With all my might, I tried to remove her
But she had the suction of a deluxe Hoover.
I thought she might turn me inside out…
It became clear I was losin’ this bout.
So I decided to fight fire with fire…
To kiss her back… and hope she’d tire.
But the greater effort I tried to put in,
The more I realized my Millie would win.
So in the end, she had her way…
She decided when to end our play.
Kissing was what kept dear Millie young…
She didn’t need eggnog…
Just a little bit of Christmas tongue.
End