After Xmas Dreams

She has a wretched headache and it hurts,
Far more than all the whipping when she dreams
She is a deer who pulls a sleigh. It seems
That Santa is a sadist and he works
Wicked patterns on her flanks. Her haunches
Are quite cut to the quick when he is done
And ho-ho-hoing doesn't seem as fun
As when he hitched her up. And now he launches
Into another tirade in her mind,
That pints of creme de menthe will never cure
Though he's restrained, certainly he will take
Her once she's whipped and press to her behind
A member that's so virile, she is sure
She'll want to sleep for ever: never wake.