Let's Talk, Turkey

While a roaming in the gloaming many years ago, with steps so jerky I met a turkey swaying to and fro. Now being lonely and awfully homely I hoped that by a chance my new found friend might help me end my lowly social stance. I looked at him so sleek and slim and he smiled kind of smirky. So I said as my heart bled, “C’mon, let’s talk, turkey.” He spoke not never and I so clever just couldn’t figure him out. Maybe he’s mad or maybe just sad and I started to moan and pout. His eyes now gleamed and it made me steam to see such an elegant bird sitting so high with a sneer in his eye and uttering not a word. Now Thanksgiving was coming and I was slumming and going to have hot dogs again. I thought t’would be nice to have turkey and spice with a little dressing mixed in. So to home I did run and fetched out the gun and was quickly back on the scene. "Now let's talk, turkey," I said kind of smirky. Quoth the turkey, "How ghastly mean!" Well that broke the ice for the turkey was nice and we talked for an hour or so. And when he said bye I thought I would cry for I didn't want him to go. Then my good old temptation sent up this sensation of never again seeing my friend. The gun it seemed bigger but I still pulled the trigger and brought my poor friend to an end. Then I thought, as likely as naught, my friend feels bad about dieing for as he had fell he had made my heart swell because he was steadily crying. Now he is dead and my heart is like lead and my brain feels kind of malicious but I won't forsake it because my mom baked it and the white meat was just delicious.