Knock! Knock! Knock! Who’s at the door?
Why it’s Tom Turkey with his feathers galore.
Come right in Tom, Please stay for dinner,
We would just love to serve you with toasted capers.
Ole’ Tom looked at Ma with a quizzical look.
Wondering why she was trying to hide that big meat hook.
He shifted his weight trying to look around Ma
But he couldn’t see around her enormous bra.
Ma had a strange evil glistening look in her eyes,
As she pictured Tom on a plate with golden brown thighs.
Tom really began sweating like he had a fever,
When he saw Pa sneaking behind Ma, with a meat cleaver.
Tom stood there shivering trying to look real thin,
Because he finally realized dinner was him.
With a nervous Gulp, and a death defying squawk,
He turn tailed and ran, down the long walk.
Fanning his tail and running as fast as he could
He finally reached the outer edge of the woods.
Vowing never again to stray or leave the forest floor,
Because you never know what’s behind,
One of Those Darn Doors!
Author notes
Just a little humorous piece about Tom Turkey on Thankgiving.
Please tell me what you think
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Very Funny!!!!!!
Oh this brought a smile this morning. I think we all write about poor Tom Turkey. A wonderful poem with terrific rhyme and flow and was such a pleasure to read. You take care and have a good day.
Smiles,
Sandy
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This is just such an adorable turkey poem and I love the background. Thanks so much for sharing with me.
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LOL, this is great...wonderful words of humor for the holidays. Nicely told and great moral in the ending.
I am still smiling.
Thanks for the fun!
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Am Glad you liked Toms Lament
I found just the right background for it while you were reading it...lol
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