Through the Eyes of a Turkey

Gobble Gobble I am in big trouble Placed into the oven without a last Gobble Stretching my neck to see Stuffed to the brim with bread and celery Laying next to a pumpkin pie Homemade bread cooked golden brown With eggnog and dark rum floating around Football games and children playing Carving and cutting breaking my only wishbone My only revenge is to fill their tummy's Putting them all to sleep R.I.P. To all my passed Turkey friends A festival for all except for me, My goose has been cooked and eaten Now comes a dark day, Black Friday All shopping for the next Holiday To be continued On Christmas Day