He Laid Her On The Table
He laid her on the table,
So white, and clean, and bare;
His forehead wet with beads of sweat,
He rubbed her here & there.
He touched her neck, & then her breast,
Then, drooling, felt her thigh.
The slit was wet, & all was set,
He gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide...he looked inside
& all was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands & stretched his arms...
And then he stuffed the turkey.
Happy Thanksgiving
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