The Revolution
Douglas T. Winkle,
Wasn't wrapped too tight;
He escaped from Dizzy Acres,
One cold November night
He raced to Harper's Farm,
Opened its massive gates;
Turkeys scattered to and fro,
Flooding the interstate!
He stripped down to his boxers,
Wielding a stick in hand;
Danced around in circles,
Like the leader of a band
"Go, my feathered friends!!"
Douglas screamed with glee;
"No more turkey casseroles!!"
"Upon this day, you're free!!"
Traffic stacked for miles,
Invading the peaceful town;
Every, tom, chick, and hen;
Was running 'round and 'round!
The dust began to settle,
Law enforcement gained control;
And when they captured Douglas,
They took pity on his soul
Cozy in a padded cell,
His torture met its end;
They gave him an ugly turkey,
For comfort as a friend
Take a trip to Dizzy Acres,
Peek in room thirty-three;
It's the REAL dumb and dumber,
Oh, what a sight to see!
Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2014
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