Happy Thanksgiving & Turkey Poem

This little poem was too cute not to share.  I hope you and your family have a blessed Thanksgiving!

                When I was a young turkey,

                new to the coop,

                My big brother Tom

                took me out on the stoop,

                Then he sat me down,

                and he spoke real slow,

                And he told me there was

                something that I just had to know.

                His look and his tone

                I will always remember,

                When he told me of the horrors

                of, well...... Black November!

                Come about August,

                now listen to me,

                Each day you'll get six meals

                instead of your three.

          

                And soon you'll be thick,

                where once you were thin,

                and you'll grow a big rubbery

                thing under your chin;

                And then one morning,

                when you're warm in your bed,

                In comes the farmer's wife,

                to hack off your head;

         

                Then she'll pluck out all your

                feathers until you're bald 'n pink,

                And scoop out your insides

                and leave you in the sink;

                And then comes the worst part

                he said not bluffing,

                She'll spread your hind quarters

                and pack your bottom with stuffing!

                Well, the rest of his words

                were too grim to repeat,

                I sat on the stoop like a

                winged piece of meat,

                And decided on the spot

                that to avoid being cooked,

                I'd have to lay low to

                remain overlooked.

            

                I began a new diet of

                nuts and granola,

                High-roughage salads,

                juice and diet cola;

                And as they ate pastries,

                chocolates and crepes,

                I stayed in my room

                doing Jane Fonda tapes.

               

                I maintained my weight

                of two pounds and a half,

                And tried not to notice when

                the bigger birds laughed;

                But it was I who was

                laughing, under my breath,

                As they chomped and they

                chewed, ever closer to death.

            

                And sure enough when

                Black November rolled around,

                I was the last turkey left in

                the Turkey compound;

                So now I'm a pet in the

                farmer's wife's lap;

                I haven't a worry,

                so I eat and I nap.

            

                She held me today,

                while sewing and humming,

                And smiled at me and said

                "Christmas is coming."