Words We Hear, At Holiday Dinners Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The Original Tom Maxwell

The Original Tom Maxwell

East St. Louis Illinois /now in Junction city, or Belleville, Illinois

Words We Hear, At Holiday Dinners



It's ready, it's ready!

Don't play with your meat

That's the biggest one, I've ever seen

You'll know it's ready, when it pops up

Just spread the legs open, and stuff it in

How long do I beat it, before it's ready? ? ?

How long will it take, after you stick it in?

Wow, I didn't think I could handle all of that!

You still have a little bit, on your chin, and lips!

I did not expect everyone to come, at the same time

Can you handle all of these people, at one time?

Tying the legs together, keeps the inside moist

Just wait till its your turn, you'll get some

It's a little dry, do you still want to eat it

I'm in the mood for a little dark meat

If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst

Wow, that's one terrific spread

Are you ready for seconds

Talk about huge breast

It's cool whip time



Tom Maxwell copyright 11/15/2005 A.D.

Saturday, November 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: holiday
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The Original Tom Maxwell

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East St. Louis Illinois /now in Junction city, or Belleville, Illinois
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