The cry of the turkey's gobble
left me in a cranky nobble
so I could fall sleep
no sound should he peep
stupefied, my head did wobble
armed with a hatchet in my hand
hoping a final blow to land
he ran, zigged and zagged
he dodged, jigged and jagged
I could not land the chop I planned
when at last my greatest chance came
though red-eyed, I took deadly aim
my aim was way off
the turkey did scoff
this Thanksgiving was turning lame
no turkey please, I’ll just abstain
my determination did wane
sleep overrated
ego deflated
bird became perpetual bane
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