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!