Christmas poem

He laid her on the table, so white and 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