Christmas Poem
 

He laid her on the table
so clean and white and bare
His forhead wet with beads of sweat
He rubbed her here and there
He touched her neck and 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
But all was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms
And then he stuffed the turkey.

Re: Christmas Poem
 

oooh Janet,,, i am shocked...you used to be so quiet :):):):):D:D:Di must give you some karma for that

Re: Christmas Poem
 

Thanks for the karma granny, you know what they say about the quite ones don't you. lol

Re: Christmas Poem
 

ha ha ha ha ha ,wot a good one

Re: Christmas Poem
 

LOL....nice one...surprised its not in the over 18's