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HAPPY THANKSGIVING
TO YOU AND YOURS !!!
TURKEY
POEM...

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 just
had to know.
..
His look and his tone I
will always remember,
When he told me of the
horrors
Of, well...... Black
November!
Come about August,
Now listen to me,
Each day you'll get six
meals
Instead of your three.
..
And soon you'll be
thick,
Where once you were
thin,
And you'll grow a big
rubbery
Thing under your chin;
And then one morning,
When you're warm in
your bed,
In comes the farmer's
wife,
To hack off your head;
..
Then she'll pluck out
all your
Feathers until you're
bald 'n pink,
And scoop out your
insides
And leave you in the
sink;
And then comes the
worst part
He said not bluffing,
She'll spread your hind
quarters
And pack your bottom
with stuffing!
..
Well, the rest of his
words
Were too grim to
repeat,
I sat on the stoop like
a
Winged piece of meat,
And decided on the spot
That to avoid being
cooked,
I'd have to lay low to
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 Jane Fonda tapes.

I
maintained my weight
Of two pounds and a
half,
And tried not to notice
when
The bigger birds
laughed;
But it was 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 Turkey compound;
So now I'm a pet in the
Farmer's' wife's lap;
I haven't 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."


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