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