Long Gobbler Poems

“The Penelope Squad”



A line of bluebirds 
tittering on a line
swaying on the winds
like comedian pageboys 
having a good time
poop in the peg bucket
words wooden and sharp
fly off with frosty notes
dirt and sherry stains
imprinted on 
Penelope’s...

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One fine morning, I went to the farm,                           ...

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I saw him in an old farmer's cowhouse,                          Dancing and...

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Fifty nine inch tall wife
once willowy wisp
postmenopausal galloping gourmandiser
playboy centerfold girly
figure ain't no mo,'
which superfluous weight deterrent,

love life yours truly
took Kamikaze nosedive
arousing, exciting, stimulating...
as romancing the stone statue,
but seen thru Tom 
gobbler beady eyes

butterball babe...

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Thanksgiving Day has arrived 
in the nippy month of November,
and the dining room is in a festive mood;
Holiday music is softly playing in the living room...
the aromatic smell of the oven roasted gobbler
spreads to each...

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They organized a church bazaar,
To raise money for the poor.
A booth for selling chances
Was set up, outside the door.

When I bought the raffle ticket, 
My reasoning was murky,
And I could only just believe it,
When I...

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Living on a little farm
In the Western NC Mountains
Means experiencing the cock-a-doodle-doo
The Moo-Moo-Moo, the meow and woof
And finally, the gobble-gobble

Each one of our barnyard residents
Find it necessary to procreate and we
Find that to be just...

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He raises his charmed-horn frost-cup                              ...

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“Oh my, the weather out is real nice!” Said the Papa Turkey.
“Hey Mrs. Gobbler get the kids. Lets go for a nice Fall stroll.”
“Line up now. Listen to your Ma.”
The rafter of little poults wobbles...

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Since I can't say the words that I want to use
We r going to have a little fun and light the fuse
I don't give 2 flocks
Wrap that shizit up in a box
Ready to swing on...

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I am hiding in my bedroom, scared to death because my pajamas are not new.
I dare not put down my soup bowl because Bowl Licker will grab it up for stew.
I can feel him hiding...

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She is such a pretty porker the old sow said.
I thought you were too old for swine, said cousin Fred.
I may be tough, but I am certainly not dead,
She is a gorgeous gobbler, the old...

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He came at us in the middle of the night.
Carrying a shotgun, and it was not light.
He shot at my husband but was way off to the right.
I saw it was the turkey and knew...

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Twas the night before Thanksgiving
And all through the forest
All the turkeys were gathered
From the richest to poorest

For a meeting was called
To plan their revenge
For all of their loved ones
Who were ever cooked or singed

Now this...

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'Twas the night before Thanksgiving
And all through the forest
All the turkeys were gathered
From the richest to poorest

For a meeting was called
To plan their revenge
For all of their loved ones
Who were ever cooked or singed

Now this...

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Thanksgiving Day

Something about Thanksgiving
That makes living worthwhile
With gratefulness for home and family:
To see women bustling 
And cooking in the kitchen
While children outside are playing;
Suckles the palate and warms the heart
And makes me happy.

With the gobbler...

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The turkey who gets pardoned
Doesn’t understand his luck,
As all his buddies soon will have
Their feathers set to pluck.

Tradition gives the president
One pardon every year.
Most likely, then, that pardoned bird
Will up and disappear.

Where does he go?...

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vulvovaginitis maniuratation be grudging me valetudinarian;
va-va voom-singular doubly grabberly vockets visits;
vasodilatation gooberly glues clues choice boast;
vasoactivities vogonians vogon vegan host??
Volartarian vocal humanitarian lizards;
valetudinaries vogonians manure smelly be gross...

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Irregardless of effort 
or desire,
we can't stop time.

Weeks fall into months,
seasons stream past 
like runaway trains,
stamping birthdays on calendars,
etching wrinkles on skin,
planting age spots everywhere.

The galloping gobbler
moves ever onward,
with sharpened blade, 
to slice away memories,...

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