As seen through the eyes of a turkey.
What's up with that?
Why, oh why, are they trying to get me fat?
Pictures of my cousins and me,
Hanging on everyone's front door.
Something's up!
This I know for sure.
They look at me funny,
As they go along their way.
I hear someone yell out:
"It's gonna be a great turkey day."
They're talking about me.
Should I feel proud?
Maybe I should gobble, gobble,
So they hear me real loud.
But all they do is bring me more feed,
And give me a smile.
What's in it for me?
I quess I'll know in a little while.
Poetry by John Lockawich
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Written on 2006-11-26 at 15:15
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Turkey Time
Feeding time again?What's up with that?
Why, oh why, are they trying to get me fat?
Pictures of my cousins and me,
Hanging on everyone's front door.
Something's up!
This I know for sure.
They look at me funny,
As they go along their way.
I hear someone yell out:
"It's gonna be a great turkey day."
They're talking about me.
Should I feel proud?
Maybe I should gobble, gobble,
So they hear me real loud.
But all they do is bring me more feed,
And give me a smile.
What's in it for me?
I quess I'll know in a little while.
Poetry by John Lockawich
Read 605 times
Written on 2006-11-26 at 15:15
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