Diane Lefebvre Poet Rhyme

A Tale of Two Turkeys

Poor Thomas Turkey,
Alone in his pen.
Sits solemn and scared,
For they 'did in' his hen.
 
They took her off Sunday,
Then snuffed out her life.
And now he's alone,
Cause they've eaten his wife.
 
Thanksgiving now over,
He preens with relief.
He can muster a gobble,
Along with his grief.
 
He pecks round his pen,
For some 'scratch' sprinkled there.
Grows quite happy again,
Not remotely aware . . 
 
That Christmas is coming
For family and friend,
And for Christmas, at dinner;
They'll eat turkey again.


© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

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Lindsay Laurie April 29, 2015 at 11:07 PM Two days in the year are a turkey's nightmare in the US. I guess the odds seem okay with 363 days of relaxation. Enjoyed this witty poem Diane - Lindsay Diane Lefebvre April 30, 2015 at 8:05 AM Those two days are really devastating in the world of turkeys though. We have them in wild flocks here in NH. They are quite bold, but then, with our encroachment into the forest land; I applaud all wildlife for its tenacity. Coyotes are becoming a big problem. Thanks for your comment Lindsay. Diane L.

Jan Allison April 28, 2015 at 4:25 PM aww funny but not for the poor birds involved:-( Hugs Jan - they are safe here we eat beef lol Diane Lefebvre April 29, 2015 at 7:26 AM Aww yes Jan, sadly those two poor turkeys are just a lovely memory now! Were they able, I am sure they would thank you for your concern, just as I thank you for your comments. Best regards, Diane L.