Christmas with the family
everyone, is there
even our cousin Bertha
causing trepidation, fear
I'll have some eggnog
You under the mistletoe
Our cousin comes to greet you
I think it's time to go
Her mustache always tickles
I avoid her, best I can
tell her, I've up and moved
now living in, Iran
I thought I was safe
Iran she don't believe
She grabbed and kissed me from behind
Now I have to heave
Not on me you wont!
Dashing for the door
*** she's right behind me!
with hairy lips, abhorred!
I tripped and fell you see
Right on top her cat
She dragged me back by my hair
And on top me she has sat
I can only imagine
the horror, twixt her thighs
the smell, and the feel, senses reel
just before, you die
Die I wished so fast
The stench was really ripe
Mystique about kissing cousins
All it was, was hype
Now if our cousin resembled
in any way, shape, of form
Taylor Swift in stockings
I'd definitely, perform
But she is really hairy
And just shaved her head
I think she's looking to get married
But I'd be better off dead
She can marry you!
I think that I'll go gay
with no other escape
that's how, I'll have too stay!
Leave me here alone
I see how you roll
I'm heading out of town
Can borrow some money for tolls
We'll run and we'll hide
in seedy, dank motels
she'll never find us
hiding just south of hell
Hell no she won't
Until she dies
Cuz she's done this before
With other related guys
TMI, and ***
things I don't want to know
she's closer to you, than ever to me
you should be, her next beau
The party is over
The lights taken down
Old cousin Bertha
Is sporting a frown
High and low
she's searched everywhere
we made it too hell
she's not going there
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
Christmas with the family
everyone, is there
even our cousin Bertha
causing trepidation, fear
I'll have some eggnog
You under the mistletoe
Our cousin comes to greet you
I think it's time to go
Her mustache always tickles
I avoid her, best I can
tell her, I've up and moved
now living in, Iran
I thought I was safe
Iran she don't believe
She grabbed and kissed me from behind
Now I have to heave
Not on me you wont!
Dashing for the door
*** she's right behind me!
with hairy lips, abhorred!
I tripped and fell you see
Right on top her cat
She dragged me back by my hair
And on top me she has sat
I can only imagine
the horror, twixt her thighs
the smell, and the feel, senses reel
just before, you die
Die I wished so fast
The stench was really ripe
Mystique about kissing cousins
All it was, was hype
Now if our cousin resembled
in any way, shape, of form
Taylor Swift in stockings
I'd definitely, perform
But she is really hairy
And just shaved her head
I think she's looking to get married
But I'd be better off dead
She can marry you!
I think that I'll go gay
with no other escape
that's how, I'll have too stay!
Leave me here alone
I see how you roll
I'm heading out of town
Can borrow some money for tolls
We'll run and we'll hide
in seedy, dank motels
she'll never find us
hiding just south of hell
Hell no she won't
Until she dies
Cuz she's done this before
With other related guys
TMI, and ***
things I don't want to know
she's closer to you, than ever to me
you should be, her next beau
The party is over
The lights taken down
Old cousin Bertha
Is sporting a frown
High and low
she's searched everywhere
we made it too hell
she's not going there
It was TSPs idea! Uhh huh!!
;D~
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