SNOW on the way. Now isn't that funny?!
I have a date with Tom.
His broad chest makes me smile.
I'm going to oil his skin
and massage his pecs a while.
I'll get his juices flowing
and really make him hot.
Then, I'm going to grab his giblets
and cook them in a pot.
My husband's going to carve him
and serve him on a platter,
Don't think that we are crazy;
for nothing is the matter.
Feast Day's fast approaching and
soon old Tom will be a roasting!
Snow is causing me to panic
and I might be a little manic.