Burkey Jerky
When dear old uncle Burkey
Tried to bake a whole turkey.
It didn't look good
And smells like burnt wood.
But it makes tasty jerky.
Then he sold it to Durkey
They named it Durkey Jerky
Now he lives in France
The land of romance
And those gals know he's quirky.
Copyright © R J. Elless | Year Posted 2023
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