It's getting hot in here,
350 degrees,
picked clean, and stuffed.
Keep the meats separated, turkey!
Some like dark meat.
Some like white meat.
Segregated even on Thanksgiving.
Yams or sweet potatoes,
Mashed or baked,
all turkey is best with trimmings and gravy.
Yet, people just want to carve us up,
divide us,
and fight at the table.
Pardon you!
Pardon me!
Had we seen Grace, we would be running free,
together,
of one body,
and thanking Christ.
have it will fit
as you sit
if your able
at the table
eat its a treat
THANKSGIVING
WHITEMEAT
its the day
together we stay
mabe in line
we must be combind
to eat is a treat
ITS HOTFOOD
AND WHITE MEAT
its t a feats
time to eat
its a real treat
a thinksgiving beat
its
TURKEY WHITE MEAT
its the season you lick
and its quick
as you eat
the turkey meat
the tastes don't wastes
the food like a freak
as you mouth lingers
its
GRAvy white meat
AND FINGERS
thanksgiving was treat
i pack food underneat
i couldn't sleep
from all the food i eat
i eated part of the brid
of the turkey hearld
its was a feats
eateing all and
TO MUCH WHITE MEAT
its a treat
to eat
finger licking
its very sticking
iborn like bones
don't get me wrong
i eat turky allday lone
i do seek its a feats
the
TURKY WHITE MEAT
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