Thanksgiving Poem: Nervous Turkey

In celebration of Thanksgiving we present a silly poem by William Wadsworth Shortfellow: Please enjoy.

                                                  Nervous Turkeys

I went to the book store to buy a book about beef jerky

It is there that I met the nervous turkeys

 Help  us to escape,they desperately pleaded

 Keep our family together,we all are needed

I don't want to die,the smallest one cried

Last year,they invited us for pumpkin pie,

Then they shot my father in the eye

I swept up the baby,bought some potatoes and gravy

And quickly checked out of the store

But I couldn't cook it,cause of the way that it look-it

All sad and trembling with fear

I looked at the turkey and suddenly realized that this bird was totally queer

No gay bird will I ever serve.My family and I do not deserve

So I tore out its gizzards,stuffed it with books about lizzards

And left it to die on the curb

I was in a fog, working on my book blog

But to my surprise the turkey did rise 

Looked into my eyes ,as he flew to the sky

And asked me to tell the book blog family "Good Bye"

 

Comments

[Bill Jones]

Dear Mr. Shortfellow,

Thanks. I really enjoyed that. It is good to know that the book blog site has a sense of humor. The
turkeys are not the only critters that are nervous this year.