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To the Greedy Turkey

You shouldn't a been so greedy And at the feedbox shoven' For every four pounds that you gained Its an hour in the oven. I'm sorry if your Thanksgiven' Is something less than happy. You shoulda listened to your ma When she tole about your pappy. She said that he was greedy, Chased the others from the trough. He was so big and looked so good, They chopped his proud head off. Your brothers what you bested Will live another year. I grab the biggest drumstick And brush away a tear. I beat my brothers to that leg And I'm feelin' kind of perky. I'm glad on this Thanksgiven Day, I wasen born a turkey.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Date: 9/7/2013 8:31:00 PM
CONGRATULATIONS JOYCE, on having your poem featured on the soups Home Page. Love ~SKAT~
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Date: 9/7/2013 4:48:00 PM
Hi Joyce, , Congratulations on your Featured Poem of the week. Nice seeing your poem on the front page... always~ Linda :-)
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Date: 9/3/2013 10:23:00 AM
Good one! Congratulations on being featured this week.
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Date: 9/2/2013 5:25:00 PM
Congrats on your featured poem ! Laura :)
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Date: 11/29/2008 8:41:00 AM
~lol~ So sorry I missed this delightful (but kind of sad for the turkeys) write! Are you the same wonderful lady who is Editor of Smiles? I am hoping so because I received an incredible surprise in the mail! Need to thank you so much, and I will in a letter through the mail. Such an honor - you have no idea! If you are not the same, please forgive me! Still enjoyed your poem so much! Love, Shar
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Date: 11/27/2008 6:45:00 AM
Loved this poem even more. Thanks for sharing. Got a good laugh out of this one.
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Date: 11/27/2008 2:54:00 AM
HA! Me too, oh yes, me too. I'm gong to be shivin' my beast into the oven in a few...I'll think of this poem then. lol love, Kristin
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