Twas the night before...
Twas the night before Hedo and all through the house,
every creature was stirring, even our pet mouse.
Our luggage was stuffed with slut-ware with care,
in hopes that Jamaica Air really wouldnt care
The Mrs. and I lay excited in our bed,
while visions of nakedness danced in our heads;
and I in my G-string and she in her Teddy,
we both tried to settle down as our trip was all ready.
When out of no where there arose such a clatter,
I struggled from her Teddy to see whats the matter.
Standing in front of the window I gave all a start,
I tore open my bathrobe and became weak of heart.
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
but a Jamaican bus loaded with fellow Hedoers like me.
With a little old driver so lively and gay,
I knew in a moment it must be Ray-Ray.
More rapid than viagra, Ray-Rays curses they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called his fellow Hedo guests by name.
Now Ian, Now Wendy, Now Hilary, Now Jeff,
on Steve, on Gary, on George, and on Mike.
And then to my ears what did I hear,
the sipping of slushies and slurping of beer.
As she drew on my head and I turning red,
the hot tub was steaming and I wasnt yet ready for bed.
The guests were all dressed in as little as they could,
revealing all good sights from head to their foot.
Some clothes were of ribbon, some were of paint,
but all shared the desire, some just couldnt wait.
A bundle of personal toys we all had in a stash,
but some looked like peddlers of out and out trash.
My eyes - how they twinkled! Her nipples how merry,
her cheeks were like roses, my fingers roaming her hairy.
The grin on his face expressed a far away stare,
as she played with his manhood that was shriveled
from the night air.
The chewing of brownies, the giggling it caused,
made those who partook, think they were in the Land of Oz
Some had a broad face, others little round bellies;
one shook when he waddled another felt it was like jelly.
There was one who was chubby and one who was thin,
only at Hedo could you hetly laugh and grin.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
this vinnie and wallie I knew I must dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
found his limp woody and gave it a jerk.
While some laid on a towel, a chair, or with each other,
I noticed some couples sharing more then ... utters.
When Hedo must end it comes with a sad nod,
all packing our rum and brooding over the end of our fun.
We load on our buses, our faces all twitchy,
we know we must wait a year,
before we can eat some more jerk chicky.
As moon hill was a sight I shall never forget;
with Niki and Shellee and Marilyn all beaming,
it was Ray-Ray that was heard to explain Hedos true meaning:
You better not pout, you better not cry, you better not shout Im telling you why,
Santa Claus is Wet, Wicked and Wild.