I know Thanksgiving is past, but Better late than never......
Turkey Talk
When I was a young Turkey, and new to the coop,
My big brother kevin took me out on the stoop.
there he sat me down, and he spoke real slow,
and he told me there was something that I should know.
His look and his tone I will always remember,when he told me of the horrors of black November;
When it turns August, Now listen to me,
each day you'll get six meals instead of just three,
And soon you'll be thick, where once you where thin, and you'll grow a big rubbery glob under your chin,
then one morning, when your warm in your bed,
The farmers wife will burst in and hack off your head,
She will pluck out all your feathers so your bald and your pink,
Then scoop out your insides and leave you lying in the sink.
now comes the worst part , he said not bluffing,
She'll spread your cheeks and pack your rear end with stuffing.
Well, the rest of his words were to grim to repeat,
I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat,
And decided on the spot to avoid being cooked,
I'd have to lay low and remain overlooked;
I began a new diet of nuts and granola,
High-roughage salads, juice and diet cola;
and as they ate pastries, chocolates and crepes,
I staid in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes;
I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half,
And tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed;
But 'twas I that was laughing, under my breath,
as they chomped and they chewed ever closer to death.
And sure enough when black November came around,
I was the last Turkey left in the whole compound;
so now I'm a pet in the farmer wife's lap,
I haven't a worry, so I eat and I nap,
She held me today, while sewing and humming, and said to me "honey, Christmas is coming.
Happy Holidays.
Nunya
Wish It was mine but it is not, Aouthor unknow ,but i still love the plot
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