Tom Turkey

Tom turkey my dear feathered friend
Beheaded, plucked naked to the end

The stuffing is mixed and oh so moist
Flipped on your side we shout and rejoice

We shall feast on your flesh and suckle your juice
Tom turkey you are not a duck or a goose

A dark and a light meat of your choice
Some like it dry some like it moist

Potatoes and cranberries and squash and pie
Thank God for Tom turkey we must say goodbye

And now we are fed our bellys are full
Eye lids are drooping nap that I will

An hour or two till the turkey wears off
And hunger awakes me to eat more stuff

Pie and potatoes and squash and beans
Turkey tomatoes stuffing and greens. 

Oh what a feeling so full My belly may bust
Until again next year just as good I trust.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Gondolf Avatar
November 23, 2017 at 9:09 AM
I can smell the bird cooking and this poem made me hungry; perfect for Thanksgiving, Kelli. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family! John
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