ODE TO THE TURKEY

I come to you now to share my sorrow,
I know whats going to happen on the morrow.

My neighbor next door has a high wooden fence,
the sound I heard coming from behind it made me quite tense.

I moved nearer and nearer in hopes I could see,
that sound that was eerie and upsetting me.

Then low and behold as I peered through the gate,
I saw a huge turkey and knew of his fate.

There on a log lay an axe and a bucket,
also many rags for the mess as he'd have to muck it.

That young turkey seemed to know there was something amiss,
and I'm sure by his actions he was sure of no bliss.

There are just eight more days before that turkeys dead meat,
it almost makes me sad enough not to want to eat.

But being human and carnivorious I will sit at the table,
and make believe what I'm seeing is merely a fable.

Once the turkey is served, I call dibs on one drumstick,
our pants we all loosen while our fingers we lick.

We sit, our heads bowed and thank God for our meal,
the only one not smilings the turkey, he got a bad deal...

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!