A Christmas Poem (from my Mad Libs)

'Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the (type of building) whore house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a (animal) cock.
The (plural noun) whores tucked, all snug in their (plural noun) crabs.
While visions of (adjective) hairy plums danced in their heads.
Then up on the (noun) lubricated tip there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my (noun) circle jerk to see what was the matter.
It was St. Nicholas with his little (adjective) liposuction belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of (plural noun) babies.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the (plural noun) holes, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his (part of the body) taint aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the (noun) stem he rose.
And I heard him exclaim as he (verb past tense) motor crossed out of sight,
" (adjective) Corneous Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"