He lay her on the table so white, clean & bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat, he rubbed her here and there.
He touched her neck and felt her breasts and, drooling, touched her thighs.
The slit was wet and everything set, he gave a joyful cry.
The hole was wide, he looked inside: All was dark & murky.
He rubbed his hands then stretched his arms, and stuffed that bloody Turkey.