A Poem  

Lapkin4u 42F
497 posts
5/31/2005 9:15 am

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

A 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 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 and stretched out his arms,
And then he stuffed the turkey.

(Get your Mind Out Of The Gutter)

Borrowed from Consumption Junction

teachhotnique 52M

6/6/2005 10:40 am

Our minds never leave the gutter!~

patsam69 51M/51F

6/6/2005 6:56 pm

Is there someplace other than the gutter??

wanakissuallover 57M
411 posts
10/4/2005 8:07 am

Heh, heh, heh! Can i stuff your turkey lady? (think ruth buzzy and arty ? from laugh-in as the old lady and older man on the park bench)

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