Turkey Poem
Published November 16, 2007 by missharleyquinn
In honor of Sorrows Friday poems and turkeys everywhere:
When I was a young turkey, new to the coop,
my big brother Tom took me out on the stoop,
then he sat me down, and he spoke real slow,
and he told me there was something that I had to know.
His look and his tone I will always remember,
when he told me of the horrors of . Black November.
Come around August, now listen to me,
each day youll get six meals instead of just three,
and soon youll be thick, where once you were thin,
and youll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin.
And then one morning, when youre warm in your bed,
in will burst the farmers wife, and hack off your head,
Then shell pluck out all your feathers so youre bald n pink,
and scoop out all your insides and leave ya lyin in the sink.
And then comes the worst part, he said not bluffing,
Shell spread your cheeks and pack your rear with stuffing.
Well, the rest of his words were too grim to repeat,
and as I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat,
I decided on the spot that to avoid being cooked,
Id 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 stayed in my room doing my fitness tapes.
I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half,
and tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed.
But twas I who was laughing, under my breath,
as they chomped and they chewed, ever closer to death.
And sure enough when Black November rolled around,
I was the last turkey left in the entire compound.
So now Im a pet in the farmers wifes lap.
I havent a worry, so I eat and I nap.
She held me today, while sewing and humming,
and smiled at me and said .. Christmas is coming
~Anonymous
Published November 16, 2007 by missharleyquinn
In honor of Sorrows Friday poems and turkeys everywhere:
When I was a young turkey, new to the coop,
my big brother Tom took me out on the stoop,
then he sat me down, and he spoke real slow,
and he told me there was something that I had to know.
His look and his tone I will always remember,
when he told me of the horrors of . Black November.
Come around August, now listen to me,
each day youll get six meals instead of just three,
and soon youll be thick, where once you were thin,
and youll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin.
And then one morning, when youre warm in your bed,
in will burst the farmers wife, and hack off your head,
Then shell pluck out all your feathers so youre bald n pink,
and scoop out all your insides and leave ya lyin in the sink.
And then comes the worst part, he said not bluffing,
Shell spread your cheeks and pack your rear with stuffing.
Well, the rest of his words were too grim to repeat,
and as I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat,
I decided on the spot that to avoid being cooked,
Id 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 stayed in my room doing my fitness tapes.
I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half,
and tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed.
But twas I who was laughing, under my breath,
as they chomped and they chewed, ever closer to death.
And sure enough when Black November rolled around,
I was the last turkey left in the entire compound.
So now Im a pet in the farmers wifes lap.
I havent a worry, so I eat and I nap.
She held me today, while sewing and humming,
and smiled at me and said .. Christmas is coming
~Anonymous
