Hebert Logerie Poet Rhyme

The Well-Spiced Rum Turkey Is Now Ready

Another huge turkey was caught
The big pheasant was housed in the vault
For consumption
Not for admiration
I'm neither talking about the wild turkey
Who’s running for President
Nor the one which is a country
Now embroiled
And roiled in turmoil
I am talking about the noisy pheasant
That we all like to fest on the last Thursday
Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day.

I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings
I can’t wait afterwards to make the swings
Squeak and cry, because we all weigh more
Than before: the skinny, the rich and the poor.
Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody
The President already pardoned a gorgeous turkey.

Hebert Logerie Wednesday, November 25, 2015

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Darlene De Beaulieu November 27, 2025 at 3:24 PM Hello Hebert Loperie, You ate a rum spiced turkey! I never heard of a rum spiced turkey. did you enjoy it? Did you celebrte Thanksgiving Day? Enjoy your evening my friend. /Darlenme/