Thanksgiving
I bought me a fine turkey
Kept her in her pen
That special day was fast approaching
The turkey feared, as smiled the mother hen
To be thankful for so much
Or so little
As I set the table for one
I realized
The futility of it all
So I set the table for two
Me and the turkey
Had a fine time
Gobbling up whiskey
And discussing avian wines
The candles burned to their wicked wicks
Life was up to her usual tricks
I gazed at the Turkey
As she gazed at me
Wondering
Which one of us would be first
To eternity
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