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 © Kelli White | Year Posted 2017
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