Kiss Me Quick.

At my works.
Christmas party.
Out of my bag.
I pulled out a bunch of mistletoe.
All the women.
Screamed and yelled oh bloody hell no.
Not him please i don’t want to kiss that ugly bastard.
They all vacated the building.
Shouting no no i can’t kiss that ugly fucker.
So not to waste the expensive mistletoe.
I held it over my male work colleague’s heads to see what happened.
Well one should never judge a book by its cover.
All of them rushed at me shouting me first, no i am first, no your not i am first, no me me me.
I will tell you the money i spent on the mistletoe was not wasted.
But in reality i wish it was the women who wanted me.
But one can’t have everything i suppose.