Tis Canada Day in the Realm, which comes with the return of my heart’s talented words to commemorate this day… and, as always, to bring a smile and a giggle of delight…
O Canada!
No Realm, but one nice land!
True patriot love in succubi command.
With playful hearts and glowing eyes,
quite mischievous and free,
above our bangs our horns shall rise,
O Canada, for thee.
Gorgeous and glad, glorious and free,
O Canada, we swisch our tails for thee.
O Canada, we swisch our tails for thee.
Incubi, too,
stand proud, tall, and erect
(watching their mates results in great effect)!
Their tails reach out to wrap around
the beauties whom they see,
arousal in each sight and sound
sets their libidos free!
He touches her, Eternal-ly!
Make Canada the Realm and set it free!!
Make Canada the Realm and set it free!!
In Canada
we try not too make spills,
and, in the Realm, we first break stiff men’s wills.
We don’t approve of making mess
that’s not necessary.
With huggles we get more success
(what fireworks we’ll see!).
We’ll tie and rub to set you free;
send Canada upon a lustful spree!!
Send Canada upon a lustful spree!!
Come closer, dears;
our scents are in the air.
You’ll be seduced, and we’ll not leave our chair!
Your Queen is neat. Ours has her beat
in sexuality.
Both Will and Kate will feel so great
once they stop in for tea
(or Diet Coke). Just watch and see.
O Canada, we’ll rev your royalty!!
O Canada, we’ll rev your royalty!!
Will Canada
hang on to all its dough
while other lands have economic woe?
Those succubis have tempting eyes.
One look, we think of sex!
Not one pays out; one stare, one pout,
she instantly collects.
Their bonds bring sweet maturity.
Oh, Canada, cum into solvency!
Oh, Canada, cum into solvency!
In Canada
state secrets do not leak.
No Snowdens here
to dig them up, then speak;
but succubi, were they to try,
would get them in a blink.
It’s no surprise; the coolest spies
melt, babbling, at a wink.
With one soft kiss, they’d take a knee,
and, Canada, they’d give the Realm your key!
O Canada, they’d give the Realm your key!
O Canada,
your capital is hot.
Your leaders, though . . .
. . . most definitely not!
How could Rob Ford be so adored?
He’s one big, sweaty mess!
Our Queen is cool, makes thousands drool
in her red summer dress.
Cum, vote to live harmoniously.
O Canada, enjoy all we can be!
O Canada, enjoy all we can be!
Hey, Canada,
are you sure its July?
Grey, chilly, damp;
when will we see blue sky?
No cloven feet, but we’ll bring heat
and warm you one by one.
With horns and tail, we never fail
to make warmth so much fun!
Friends from the Realm thaw you with glee.
O Canada, we’ll get you hot quickly!
O Canada, we’ll get you hot quickly!
O, Canada!
As Britain takes her fall,
folks to the south
may make you want a wall.
Some orange-haired types make us scared:
could we act quite so dumb?
The Brexit mess suggests a “yes.”
Or we could make you cum!
Give us your votes and minds today!
O Canada, the Realm’s a better way!
O Canada, the Realm’s a better way!
O Canada:
one hundred fifty years!
You call that old,
and worthy of grand cheers?
Such time goes by for succubi
and they’re not yet full grown;
for centuries, with practiced ease,
they’ll make you pant, beg, moan,
hard and on edge, peaking so strong!
O Canada, we’ll fire you up so long!
O Canada, we’ll fire you up so long!
O Canada,
if you have had your fill
of all this heat,
are joints the way to chill?
Will you just spark up in some park?
Lie down for a true high!
No drugs in this orgasmic bliss,
just fun with succubi!
All other trips shall underwhelm.
O Canada, get freaky in the Realm!
O Canada, get freaky in the Realm!
O Canada,
you’ve won the N-B-A!
Now come, enjoy
true stimulating play!
The balls will bounce as every ounce
of stamina is shot
when both sides score, then we’ll take more.
You’ll dribble all you’ve got!
We’ll slam and dunk; you’ll watch and sigh.
O Canada, come play with succubi!
O Canada, come play with succubi!
The Queen of the Succubi and a very hugglely one at that...
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