Cynthia Jones Poet Rhyme

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

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David Fisher April 15, 2015 at 7:37 PM This is one original poem and definitely not a turkey. Funny stuff, Cynthia. This turkey didn't want to know the 'deal'

M. L. Kiser April 14, 2015 at 9:43 AM Poor Mr. Turkey. You know, I could have lived my whole life and never heard of or seen a turkey in boxers, but I got a visual on that poem and I think my panties are wet.

Craig Munn April 14, 2015 at 6:06 AM nice poem has good rhyming too, rezly liked i like the part where he runs into the door...lol...keep writing your good at it..

Sibusiso Lubimbi April 14, 2015 at 5:53 AM nice poem, i could actually visualise the turkey falling from your plate nice splendid job i even cracked a smile and applauded in laughter...more please a.s.a.p