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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Turkey

There was a young  turkey from Raleigh,
who was warned to walk woodlands was folly.
So he didn't go out,
or gobble about.
Thanksgiving just made him melancholy.

     I thought about using, "so he booked a plane ticket to Bali," for the last line.  Can you think of a better last line?  It is a tough, busy day getting ready for the feast tomorrow.  I have painters in my house painting the interior, so you can imagine the upheaval.  Can you try writing your own short poem today about the turkey?

A turkey was caught
in a shot gun volley.
He was plucked and trussed
to his folly.
He was buttered and basted,
then everyone tasted
and remarked,
this is good,
by golly!

1 comment:

  1. Joy-
    I do believe there is NO END to the wonderful poems you write!!! Have a happy thanksgiving!