Hunter's Poetry

I laid her on the table,
So white, clean and bare.
My forehead wet with beads of sweat
I rubbed her here and there.
I touched her neck
and then her breast,
And then, drooling, felt her thigh.

The slit was wet
and all was set,
I gave a joyous cry.

The hole was wide...
I looked inside,
All was dark and murky.

I rubbed my hands
and stretched out my arms,
And then

I stuffed the turkey!

Yer sick!

I'm not eatin' at your house!


(that was pretty good!)