A holiday Poem

Here's a little Thanksgiving poem I wrote for my children a few years ago. Enjoy your own feast.

A Turkey That I Knew

A perfect turkey is a welcome holiday guest.
Everyone knows a fresh one is best.
Only on the farm do live turkeys roam.
I drove over that way to bring one home.

All white and noisy, a great milling herd,
How can I chose just one succulent bird?
Gobbling and strutting in their turkey way,
Unaware that it could be their last day.

The farmer said to pick any fat fowl.
I could even take it with me right now.
Their ugly heads bobbled. Black eyes shifted.
How could I pick one to have beheaded?

I could not cook a turkey that I knew.
The grocer still offered a frozen few.
Thawed, stuffed, cooked for a holiday feast day.
Out on the farm, one old tom could still play.

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