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The Turkey Gets His Revenge

Sitting very weary, my sight is almost bleary
Darkness crept upon me, inside my humble abode
My heart beats like a thousand drums loudly
Pounding in my head rhythmically, when out of the melody
A faint "gobble, gobble" I hear. How can this sound be?
There is no farm nor fowl ever heard near before
The gobble grows ever louder, louder, LOUDER!!
LOUDER still,  heard above the drumming of my heart.
I run to the chamber door and peer sheepishly into darkness.
I begin to ponder, really wonder of the sounds...
Could it be my turkey dinner, NO absurd!
ABSURD that my dinner, could get the last word
Thunder rumbles and pain grumbles through my abdomen
Potatoes, carrots and stuffing seasoned most fine
Turkey gobble and wings aflutter; I close the shutters
Determined! No demanding silence of the roasted
Most succulent bird I've ever slid over my taste sensors




I might work on this some more...
patterned after the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

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Larry Belt

April 3, 2010 at 8:36 PM

Great poem Doris......I like turkey sandwiches.....Larry

James Foulk

March 29, 2010 at 1:27 PM

I liked this poem well written. thank you for reading my springtime hope and for your comments. as far as welcoming me to poetrysoup thank you, but i have been a member since June of 2008. so i say to do welcome to poetrysoup and have a nice day. also i enjoy your poetry.

Heidie Buys

March 28, 2010 at 5:39 PM

Wicked, lol. very well done, wonderful suspense and most enjoyable read, Regards Heidie

John Beam

March 28, 2010 at 10:58 AM

thanks fo for comment very funny rhyme thanks for sharing LOL

Gert W. Knop

March 28, 2010 at 8:11 AM

Well done, Doris! I have been always a bit aware of turkeys as they could become quite aggressive. Prefered them also on my plate!...Nicely written!! Wishing you happy Easter holidays and thank you for your comments...Gert

Bill Frew

March 27, 2010 at 7:44 PM

good write Doris,i think i'll have a turkey sandwich now ,thanx!

Poet Destroyer A

March 27, 2010 at 2:53 PM

Edgar allen Poe is one of my favs. Doris this is quiet good. No need to add on. I tried to read fast to get to the end. I was curios when you ran to the chambers door. It was a short mystery. Nice nice nice. Thank you for reading my poem as well.

Andrea Dietrich

March 27, 2010 at 12:06 PM

hahaha, like the guy in Poe's Tell Tale Heart, you are experiencing guilt for eating your poor turkey lurkey!! I love how you made this one be about a turkey that you had eaten. Great imagination, Doris. Luv, Andrea

Daniel Cheeseman

March 27, 2010 at 11:35 AM

Finger lickin good Doris, tasty poem as well Daniel

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

March 27, 2010 at 10:28 AM

Luv your last two lines... an enjoyable read ... this is surely a creative write .. save it for Thanksgiving ... surely will be a winner.. as it is today..luv.. Linda-Marie..

Carolyn Devonshire

March 27, 2010 at 9:07 AM

Hey, keep the turkey tale going, Doris! I want to know what you heard. Surely it wasn't just your dinner coming back to get the last word! Love, Carolyn

Linda Witt-King

March 27, 2010 at 9:00 AM

Perhaps you might (work on this some more)...I often come back to mine also and wordsmith them a bit...but this is great fun and so well portrayed, Doris. Thanks for stopping by this morning. It's been a while since I've been over here in your corner of the Soup...and I see you've been quite busy. Lots to catch up on. Have a happy day, full of joyful moments!