Kiss the Turkey
Let us sit at the table and enjoy a big feast
for I have baked the apple pie without yeast
I sang to the turkey and now he feels fine
so go ahead, uncork a bottle of ruddling wine
Give thanks with a grateful heart then eat
with gratitude & thankfulness, its all meat
except for the mash potatoes and the cranberry
its all pagan, this poor bird wil never drink sherry
If you see a bee in my season bonnet its because
I happen to love turkeys, with a whole lot of fuzz
I will not shine for you for sadly here he roosts
on a silver platter as we celebrate and boost
If you feel a little sluggish after the big fat meal
think of the pride that you plucked from his steel
once upon a time that old bird was a clucking
now he just sits and doesn't know a single thing
I'm not laying the guilt trip but all I say is this ,
the least you can do is give him a big kiss
So on Thanksgiving don't bow your head in vain
if you don't give thanks, then thats a crying shame !
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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