'Twas the Night Before Christmas (Vorish Edition)

Original by Clement Clarke Moore
Happily corrupted by Charem

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Warning: Adult and vorish material within.  This isn't the innocent poem you remember...  XD

Yeah, I know it doesn’t make complete sense, but hey, it’s hard rewriting poems.  =P

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the tummy,
Not a furry was stirring, though all were quite yummy.
The stockings were hung by the sphincter with care,
In hopes that St. Vore soon would be there.

The prey were nestled, all snug in stomach walls,
While visions of lust danced up their cock and balls.
And Guan's tongue 'round my cock, and I 'round his rump,
Had just settled down for a long winter's hump.

When deep in the bowels there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from Guan's rearport to see what was the matter.
Away to the esophagus I FLEW (I emote!),
l nudged open the sphincter, and looked up the throat.

The teeth on the breast of the well-wettened tongue,
Gave lustre to wherever the saliva hung,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a miniature sleigh, and eight vorish reindeer!

With a draconic driver, bellowing out a roar,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Vore.
Voracious as ever his coursers they came,
And he growled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Draggy! now, Sparky! now, Lucca and Tiel!
On, Raytlin! on Spencer! on, Samael and Twile!
To the top of the tounge!  To the top of the wall!
Now dash on down! dash on down! dash on down all!"

As big weights that nudged off a tall building fall,
When they meet with gravity, never once do they stall,
So down to the stomach the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and the scaled St. Vore too.

Behind me, in a twinkling, I heard reindeer woof,
And the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my paw, and was turning around,
Out of the sleigh St. Vore stepped with a bound.

He was dressed not at all, from his head to his tail,
And his body was glossy, with drool on each scale;
A bundle of toys he had laid on the ground,
And said, "Presents for all!  Just make my gut round..."

His cock -- how it twinkled! his cockslit how merry!
His rear was like roses, its port like a cherry!
His wide, toothy snout was drawn up in a grin,
And he opened his maw and said "Time to come in!";

His jaws went around me, held me tight in his teeth,
And the smoke from his nose surrounded me like a sheath;
He had a broad throat and a sexy round belly,
That growled, when he gulped me like a bowlful of jelly!

Now he was chubby and plump, a right gorged scaly,
And I murred in his stomach -- he must do this daily!
A squeeze of his muscles and a pat of my head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, 'sides a single wet burp,
And filled all the stockings; whilst I laid ursurped,
And laying his smooth paws aside of my bulge,
And giving a purr, feeling simply indulged;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a growl,
And away they all flew like predators on the prowl.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he left with much zeal,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good meal!"