A Christmas Poem

He laid her on the table

Some what clean and bare,

His forehead wet with beads of sweat

He rubbed her here and there.

He touched her neck and then her breast,

And drooling felt her thigh.

The slit was wet and all was set

He gave a joyous cry.

The hole was wide , he looked inside,

And all was wet and murky,

He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms....

And then he stuffed the turkey

HO HO HO!!!!!