Letting Aunt C dress the Turkey
That’s the last time we let Aunt C dress the turkey they said.
We all stared at the beast, dressed in all kinds of thread.
He had on striped tights, his feathers were dyed in a gorgeous way.
Aunt C always goes way over the top, with fashion she loves to play.
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