I Cannot Face a Whole Turkey
I cannot face a whole turkey
for when I see the leg sticks
trussed up in the air
it is undignified
and reminds me
there will be no more running days
no more flirting days
no more chasing dancing courting days
for this particular fowl
I prefer to purchase a turkey breast
knowing that you can live without a breast
it makes me feel less like a killer
more civilized somehow
as I push the corpse into the turkey bag.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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