In the spirit of Thanksgiving... I give ye a poem...
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In the spirit of Thanksgiving... I give ye 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 his arms...
And then he stuffed the turkey.
Happy Thanksgiving all!
hehe....bean
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 his arms...
And then he stuffed the turkey.
Happy Thanksgiving all!
hehe....bean
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allow me to retort:
Peppers and onions chopped nice and fine,
a boat full of gravy and some chilled white wine.
Pumpkin pie on the table topped heavily with whipped cream,
mashed taters with butter-an all-American dream!
The bird-nice and juicy with yams on the side,
A meal that's preparred with Thanksgiving pride.
And finally the football-who will win? nobody knows!
So I say to you, on Thanksgiving, "nads across your nose"!
Peppers and onions chopped nice and fine,
a boat full of gravy and some chilled white wine.
Pumpkin pie on the table topped heavily with whipped cream,
mashed taters with butter-an all-American dream!
The bird-nice and juicy with yams on the side,
A meal that's preparred with Thanksgiving pride.
And finally the football-who will win? nobody knows!
So I say to you, on Thanksgiving, "nads across your nose"!