He laid her on the table.
So white, so 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 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, stretched his arms,
And then he stuffed the turkey.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Anything and everthing.
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18 comments:
did you write that?
blue,
Are bears bare?
Can bees be?
Is bob a plagiarist?
Wait and see!
Okay.....I totally knew the turkey thing was coming. No pun intended.
He lost his watch
in the turkey's crotch,
and got an erection
from turkey perfection.
And though fucking a bird
is rather absurd,
he busted his nut in its orifice.
Like I wasn't going to hell already.
More interspecies fornication....You've got a theme going here.
Bh, do tukeys come like that, or do you always need to stuff them.
Morb, that was funnier than my post.
Nym, were all god's creatures. Except for myself, who I am beginning to believe, has been planted here by the Lizzies.
What's a little fornication amongst friends. Call it critters with benefits.
Happy Thanksgiving to you!!!
I wouldn't say it was funnier. Probably a bit filthier. I'm a bad, bad misanthrope.
I'm not sure how turkeys come. I always thought people liked to stuff them.
I'm open minded...As long as the critters are BIG.
Bob ! ! You're a poet ?!
Jill, thanks! Wishing you the same.
Morb, a name change perhaps? modest misanthrope?
Bh, do you ever wonder if some of them get stuffed at the processing plant?
Nym, we the critters like open blouses as opposed to open minds. There's a time for thinking , and there's a time for ....
Jt, I hope not!
I ought to call myself moribund misanthrope after how much alcohol I drank over the weekend.
I'm sure they can get stuffed just about anywhere.
Bh, I know it's physically impossible, but do you ever get the urge to just stuff one?
I'm not the stuffer.
And there's a time for WHAT? Don't keep me in suspense like that!
Where did you find it? Interesting read »
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