The Three Course Turkey Deal
A former Oiler once said
Staying out of debt
Give up being a bum
Fill up my son
Call yourself a titan
And go do some fighting
Years then passed
While pumping gas
This entrepreneur realized
There has been one too many lies
Staring down the Giant model making Ford
Letting out a Lion’s roar
“I am a Texan
It is time I start checking
I wear the red, white and blue
What are you going to do?”
Later on a lone star
Was sitting outside in the car
Having DC red skin
Due to the twins
They do not look alike
And someone gave one a mike
Keeping an eyeball on them
Waiting for the word ‘when’
After the family meal
It was the deal
A lone star imprinted on center stage
Relieving everyone from the dining table cage
There was a plan to capture the scalp
From the lone star who was knocked out
“How dare the twins
In all their wins
Not look the same
Playing their game fore fortune and fame”
Mumbled the lone star in a dream
Allowing everyone in the room to scream
“What a hairy situation this was
But we all know being a lone star you needed the buzz”
As the moon started to rise
And sun disappeared from the sky
Death was flying in the air
When the steel curtain decided to open the stage affair
Edgar had his reason to use his de Penn
While having one last left over dessert in the den
Giving all his heart to the night time entertaining start
Understanding the pendulum in the pit was made of metal
And issues had to be settled
This left old Edgar a reason to mettle
Before putting some more in his cryptic kettle
Since the Texan lone star twins were no longer there
It was time a poet writes a scare
Acting like a crow
This drunken Poe
Without a mate
And a date
He started tweeting
Keeping the holiay season pulse beating
“Day of thanks is almost done
And festive time has come
Gothic autumn classics
Have turned their leaves over to shopping plastics
But it is not what you give
It is how you live
I will give it now over to Mr. Dickens
Whose words are still ticken
Go forth in artistic ways
We will all pray
When the Saints play
In the French Quarter on Christmas Day”
Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2020
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