This Christmas ham has long since expired.
Where on Earth was this foul meat acquired?
It leaves a stain on my empty plate.
And sealed forever is my fecal fate.
My bowels rumbling, churning askew.
Sickening feeling, anus needs to spew.
This turkey is slimy and rotten.
I wish it were long forgotten.
I’m picturing a big mean angry bird.
Now it exists as a soggy brown turd.
It’s mass within is a wretched mixture.
No match will be the plumbing fixture.
This greasy chicken from Hell.
Has caused a heinous smell.
No sooner had the food gone in.
Than I needed to unload the sin.
So to the latrines I deliver with haste.
And I expel this awful Christmas paste.