Are you wearing plaits?
Seriously though are
you
You’re going to wear
plaits
To the annual
Christmas do
And dressed as a milk
maid
Perhaps Scandinavian
born
You look like you’re
dressed
For 1970s porn
Are you wearing plaits?
Seriously though are
you
You’re going to wear
plaits
To the annual
Christmas do
And dressed as a milk
maid
Perhaps Scandinavian
born
You look like you’re
dressed
For 1970s porn
Are you wearing a Santa Suit?
I have to say you do
look cute
I wonder if there
might just be
A little room in there
for me
Are you wearing it for a reason?
That outfit for the
Christmas season
Yes, it does come
around very soon
But you do realise
that it’s only June
Are you wearing elfish ears?
It’s a very
interesting feature
Though more
appropriate
On a woodland creature
And not really
suitable
For one in your
position
You are let me remind
you
The leader of the
opposition
Are you wearing a bunch of mistletoe?
Well, you certainly
mean business
Isn’t that overkill?
“Less is more” after all
But you know what
you’re doing I guess
Are you aiming at a particular
beau?
Do you have a target
in mind?
Or are you more
indiscriminate
Scattergun like or
something of the kind
Oh, so there is an
object of your affections
Is it perhaps someone
that I know?
It’s someone I know
very well indeed?
I still don’t know the
identity of your beau
It’s me? I’m the one
you desire?
You want to kiss me beneath the mistletoe?
Are you wearing an elf outfit?
Does it come with all
the kit?
Pixie boots and a
floppy hat
The green tights and
all that
If you come to the
grotto with me
You can call me Santa
and sit on my knee
Are you wearing a green Christmas outfit?
You look very
beautiful in it
In fact, you look very
cute
In your Santa’s little
helper suit
A Christmas hat sits
atop your curls
In a way only suited
to girls
A beautiful green velvet
dress
And white fur trim to
impress
Striped woollen legs
of green and white
Are they stocking or
tights?
Stockings would be in
reason
More in keeping with
the season
But I would not
disparage woolly tights
They too have their
own delights
Come and help me trim
the tree
And say you dressed
this way for me?