A poem which Greggggg was going to read out on Christmas Masterchef
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,
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.
Posted By: Old Git on December 3rd 2024 at 16:44:28
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