i took a trip
to pick up a script
as i walked up the isle
thats when i saw him
next to a pile
stopping to admire
to fill my desire
he did insist
and i couldnt resist
he would fill my hunger
i couldnt wait any longer
i grabbed him and ran
to the door, fast i can
he i craved
he couldnt be saved
him i had to eat
right in my front seat
ohhhhhhhh
(of him i dream)
he was my
chocolate
covered
strawberry
creme
santa
and i ate him all up!
sorry...about writing this...started as a joke....
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