Christmas poem

(afkomstig van een Amerikaanse maillijst waar ik lid van ben, het plaatje heb ik er zelf bij gezet want ik vond 'm wel passen 😄)

He laid her on the table,

So white clean and bare,

His forehead wet with beads of sweat,

He rubbed her here and there.

He touched her neck,

Then felt her breast,

Then drooling, felt her thigh.

The slit was wet

and all was set,

He gave a joyous cry,

The hole was wide........

He looked inside,

All was dark and murky, He rubbed his hands,

And stretched his arms.........

Then he stuffed the turkey.