hbsr
12-03-2010, 12:02 PM
This is an original work of mine I had posted on freefootstories which has been over run with unappreciative cretins. I thought I would share this with real trample aficionados.
Enjoy
Twisted version of "Twas The Night Before..."
From the broken, tortured mind of Human Bare Skin Rug (HBSR)
Central Florida, United States, North American Continent, Earth, System of Sol, Milky Way, The Visible Universe
December 23, 2008
Twas the eve of the party, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
I on the floor, laid there with care,
In hopes many tramplers soon would be there.
So I on the floor, not nestled in bed,
While visions of high-heels did dance in my head.
My Precious in her nightie, which included a cap,
Had just settled her brain for a long deserved nap.
When on the front porch there arose such a clatter,
She sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to doorway she flew like a flash,
Never minding her husband, stepped on and smashed.
The hall light on the breast of the floor it did glow,
Gave a soft moonlit luster to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But our over due house guests, all dressed in their gear.
The first feet I saw, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Miss Nick.
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
And she gestured, and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Stomper! On, Crusher! On Thrasher and Blitz-him!
From the top of his head! To the end of the hall!
Now stomp away! Stomp away! Stomp away all.
As any poor rug before them that lie in their path,
When they meet with an obstacle, suffer their wrath.
So up on my body the coursers they flew,
They lack such compassion, Precious among them, Miss Nick too.
And then, in a twinkling, I felt upon flesh
The prancing and stabbing of each heel afresh.
As my senses assaulted, my brain spinning round,
Down onto me Precious came with a bound.
She'd dressed for the occasion, head to her foot,
Just to abuse me under shoe I was put.
Her beautiful feet had flung on my back,
Those were my tramplers, the riotous pack.
Her eyes-how they twinkled! Her steps were so merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her body so cherry!
Her cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And her flawless complexion, fair as fresh snow.
Then she did smile, me battered beneath,
And an Aura encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a cute face and a firm little belly,
I shook when she stomped, like a bowl full of jelly!
She was lean and so fit, quite pleased with herself,
And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself!
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I was about to be tread.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
Filling me with heel prints, she then turned with a jerk.
And laying her last shoe print aside of my nose,
And giving a nod, off my body she rose!
One last spring onto me, to her team gave a whistle,
Then more heavy stomping before my dismissal.
Left battered and broken, exclaimed as they walked out of sight,
We'll be back in the morning, try to have a good night!"
Happy Holidays
HBSR
Enjoy
Twisted version of "Twas The Night Before..."
From the broken, tortured mind of Human Bare Skin Rug (HBSR)
Central Florida, United States, North American Continent, Earth, System of Sol, Milky Way, The Visible Universe
December 23, 2008
Twas the eve of the party, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
I on the floor, laid there with care,
In hopes many tramplers soon would be there.
So I on the floor, not nestled in bed,
While visions of high-heels did dance in my head.
My Precious in her nightie, which included a cap,
Had just settled her brain for a long deserved nap.
When on the front porch there arose such a clatter,
She sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to doorway she flew like a flash,
Never minding her husband, stepped on and smashed.
The hall light on the breast of the floor it did glow,
Gave a soft moonlit luster to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But our over due house guests, all dressed in their gear.
The first feet I saw, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Miss Nick.
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
And she gestured, and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Stomper! On, Crusher! On Thrasher and Blitz-him!
From the top of his head! To the end of the hall!
Now stomp away! Stomp away! Stomp away all.
As any poor rug before them that lie in their path,
When they meet with an obstacle, suffer their wrath.
So up on my body the coursers they flew,
They lack such compassion, Precious among them, Miss Nick too.
And then, in a twinkling, I felt upon flesh
The prancing and stabbing of each heel afresh.
As my senses assaulted, my brain spinning round,
Down onto me Precious came with a bound.
She'd dressed for the occasion, head to her foot,
Just to abuse me under shoe I was put.
Her beautiful feet had flung on my back,
Those were my tramplers, the riotous pack.
Her eyes-how they twinkled! Her steps were so merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her body so cherry!
Her cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And her flawless complexion, fair as fresh snow.
Then she did smile, me battered beneath,
And an Aura encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a cute face and a firm little belly,
I shook when she stomped, like a bowl full of jelly!
She was lean and so fit, quite pleased with herself,
And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself!
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I was about to be tread.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
Filling me with heel prints, she then turned with a jerk.
And laying her last shoe print aside of my nose,
And giving a nod, off my body she rose!
One last spring onto me, to her team gave a whistle,
Then more heavy stomping before my dismissal.
Left battered and broken, exclaimed as they walked out of sight,
We'll be back in the morning, try to have a good night!"
Happy Holidays
HBSR