Well folks before the day ends .....i have to squeeze in my thanksgiving poem ........i wrote in 1999..........well it is life ....... thought the eyes of a turkey you ask? ......why not i say it is life and why not......enjoy or not but if you think about it .........
Every year Americans celebrate thanksgiving with turkey,i decided to write a poem through the eyes of a turkey........
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It sucks to be a Turkey at thanksgiving
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Thanksgiving comes but once a year,
in the coop there is the smell of fear .
it sucks to be a turkey at thanksgiving
As we shed some tears in our eyes,
we are all preparing for our good byes.
It sucks to be a turkey at thanksgiving ...
I know we only have a year ,
but as i reminisce about the females in here .
since this is my last chance ,
i may as well get some rear.
It sucks to be a turkey at thanksgiving.
oh! well what the heck
they will pull out all my feather and wring my neck
It sucks to be a turkey at thanksgiving .....
The coop is filled with sobbing and sighs ,
we are all saying our last goodbyes.
because we know someone will be eating our thighs,
It sucks to be a turkey at thanksgiving.
It,s a short life a hell of a fate ,
the thought of ending up .
with cranberries on a plate .
it sucks to be a turkey at thanksgiving.
Alas my life has come to pass
i hate the thought
of being crapped out someone/s ass...........
It sucks to be a Turkey at thanksgiving...........
Extract from bathtub poetry ....thanksgiving
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