A Turkey In Boxers
He hops around
'Cause he can't fly,
Tries to put on boxers
Then he starts to cry.
He thinks he's a human
Instead of a meal,
I think he walked off my table
"Hey, what's the deal?"
He trips and he falls
Lands on the floor,
The boxers land on his head
He feels rather sore.
Now that his eyes are covered
He can't see a darn thing,
Runs into the back door
Across the room, the boxers fling.
He finally gives up
And sprawls on the floor,
Has a lump on his noggin'
I thought I might have heard him swore.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.20/2005
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
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