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, Then felt 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.
Happy Holidays, you sick minded people!
"We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes."