For Donna Golden's competition "Ode to the Turkey"
Dear turkeys, keep feeding like kings
And flapping your high protein wings
For unknown to you - dears
You'll soon sit on your - rears
And be roasted and stuffed - you poor things.
You'll be sliced up and spiced up so soon
So have fun for your last afternoon
You ones with big wings
Are such sexy things
Too bad you will soon meet your doom.
You bring Christmas to life for us all
Oh! pardon my pun! and my gall
My hubby's a veggie
So I feel a bit edgy
But stuff it, today it's my call.
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