Christmas in sixteen eighty-seven
Was a time for sexual leaven;
Drinking and making merry
While exchanging their sinful berries;
Eating and drinking door to door
For the sake of being a whore,
For all involved in this fun
Were waiting the arrival of the sun;
Twas, the nights of lights
Of pure sexual delights
With no admissions of sin,
For all, partook with a sexual grin.
Genders disguised as one another
To have their way with each other;
Man or woman, it didn’t matter
For the carnival was their platter.
And while their acts continued on
They all sung the caroling songs,
With booze and sex running the streets,
A wonderful night of sinful treats.
Merry Christmas to all,
And to all a good night.
Christmas in 1687 by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse