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Here's a little poem from a board I was at earlier.
“Turkey Day”
Turkey, Turkey, Turkey.
Kill it
Then save it
And look- jerky!
The turkey was almost our nation’s pride
But that idea was thrown outside.
Beat it.
Bake it.
Keep one as a pet.
Caution! Turkeys will work up a sweat.
Dumb as they are,
They’re quite fun too.
Put it in boiling water and
BAM!
Turkey stew.
Big ones.
Short ones.
Shaved ones and more!
Stop.
Have I even seen that before?
However you like them,
They’ll be in any store.
Finally, it’s Thanksgiving!
The turkey is mine!
My milk’s right in front of me,
But go for it!
Go for the wine!
Ok. Fine.
So I’m a little obsessed,
And everyone’s looking at me
Like somehow I’m messed.
Like I’ve been the first one to go and won’t confess.
I can’t help it,
I WANT THAT TURKEY.
But it’s on the other end of the table.
And my headache feels erghey.
Look at me!
I’m making up words
To fulfill this rhyme-
It’s seems so absurd!
ALL OVER ONE STUPID BIRD!
I hate turkeys!
This holiday too!
And this wine and this gravy,
And you better pass that food now
Or then I’ll hate—
“Hey, bucko, here’s the turkey. I saved some white meat for you. I know how much you like it, right?
…Sean?”
“You have no idea.”
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