zaterdag 19 december 2015

Het is niet wat je dacht...!

Christmas Poem
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.

Geen opmerkingen:

Een reactie posten