A wild gobbler strutted into the woods,
it did not see all the camouflage hoods,
straight into a turkey shoot;
trips over a gnarly root,
with ruffle feathers made off with its goods.
11/17/2019
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Trump Towers in Old Istanbul
Influenced our President's pull
Brown skins do not matter
So let the Kurds scatter
And enjoy the Turkey Shoot Cull
Life is a turkey shoot at the best of times
Nothing's handed to you on a silver platter
Gotta get out there and make life happen
Contentment is basically all that matters
If you can honestly say you've lived your life
With the very utmost caring and honesty
Then you've come through with flying colours
You've lived your own exclusive odyssey
Can't ask for more, you're living life's dream
Being respectful of your fellow man
You can't go wrong it's the way it should be
You're living by nature's master plan
There'll still be days when you'll sit and wonder
What's the purpose of us guys being here
Is there some great plan that I'm not aware of
You betcha and we all have nothing to fear
© Jack Ellison 2015
February is here, it's Valentine's month
Hope everyone remembers their sweetheart
If you buy her roses or chocolates and stuff
Your guaranteed lots of love until March
But beyond March 1st it's a turkey shoot
If you want some advice from this oldster
Make sure you do what's expected of you
Or you'll probably get the cold shoulder
It isn't magic, it's elementary dear Watson
One and one always makes two
You must make sure she clearly understands
She's your all-time favourite honeydew
So we've alerted you to the possible dangers
Now it's up to you all to take steps
To ensure your life will be filled with joy
And a 24-hour non-stop lovefest
February is here, it's Valentine's month
Hope everyone remembers their sweetheart
© Jack Ellison 2015
Shooting fish in a barrel with an AK-47
Or merely tripping on the bench in the park,
Where the leather whacks on willow
And a stairway to heaven
Plays in the lost pavilion in the dark.
Cucumber in white bread with the edges curling up,
A whiff of road-kill crawling on the breeze,
How I miss your scented pillow
When the final Winter frost
Melts from off the branches of the trees.
Declaring open season on the women I have known,
A turkey shoot if ever there could be,
Yet my aim was way off centre
Crass one-liners blithely thrown,
Lucky horseshoes in the dust of misery.
Daisy chains that strangle like a razor sharp garrotte
When seemingly so innocent and sweet,
I still shiver when you enter
In your shades of reds and blues
Open season on the free and easy meat.
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