A collection of dirty Christmas poems by Paul Curtis which is intended for a teenage and adult audience. The poems are essentially funny poems about Christmas which happen also to be rude, risque, or occasionally frankly filthy.
A poem which is hardly dirty at all, but provides an opportunity either to get your eye in or, if offended, storm off in disgust.
A mildly scatological poem about the mystery tenth reindeer and how he got his name. Pedants who insist that there were only ever eight reindeer - Rudolph was is the invention Disney and not a real reindeer - will either have to play along with the pretence or skip this poem.
It would be wrong to call Chimney Nook a poem about sex, as it's really a poem about an absence of sex.
A dream, a wish list and a fantasy all rolled into one delicious little poem.
A companion piece to the above poem which covers the same ground in a slightly more delicate fashion.
A very long, very funny poem about a misunderstanding between a couple which has unintentionally hilarious consequences.
Best described as a twisted Christmas poem, Emptying Santa’s Sack is in equal measure funny and cruel.
Another poem which could equally well have born the title Emptying Santa’s Sack.
And a third.
Sanity restored, with a straight funny poem about a cock-up on the TV weather bulletin.
An unusually appropriate present for a sex obsessed, spotty and priapic teenager leads to wild speculation as to the donor.
What would make your Christmas wishes come true?
Dressing up is great fun, so why restrict it to childhood?
And if dressing up isn't enough, you could try a little light bondage as well.
Or perhaps a little undressing up, which can be equally titillating.
More of the same, for those who view Christmas as a saucy interlude rather than a sacred festival.
There are many dangers to be encountered at a typical office party, but some are truly horrific.
This snorter of a funny Christmas poem reveals the rather unsavoury reason behind Rudolph the Reindeer's perpetually red nose.