2003-12-18
9:39 a.m.

Ginger Curls

(to the tune of Silver Bells,
lovingly rewritten by Julie)

Ginger curls, ginger curls
Peeking up over his collar
Little hairs, know they're there
Under the five shirts of Clay

He's a shy one, little honeybun
Not revealing too much
While we're out here, ogling his physique
Not gratuitous, but he wooed us
With a tug and a clutch
Showed enough to keep our interest piqued

Ginger curls, ginger curls
Only the tip of the iceberg
Such delights, out of sight
Under the five shirts of Clay