This is the life I must confess
Living around here is truly the best
I eat when I want to all day and night
Man, I tell you this is alllllright
Chicks fighting over me
How lucky can a turkey be?
I‘ve liked it here from the beginning
But this last week my head is swimming
Maybe I’ll exercise starting next week
Getting a little chunky even my feet
He strutted and posed for the farmyard to see
His majestic carriage shinning magnificently
Vanity was just one of his mistakes he would find
Greater was being born on a turkey farm around
Thanksgiving time
He never had a single clue and no one did tell
Until that day the farmer did what farmers do well
He never saw it coming not even at the end
Never thought to question that long ride with his friends
His life was grand, his life was really great
Until it ended one day, on a serving plate
Author notes
Option #4: If you were a Turkey and it was the week before thanksgiving
A contest entry
- Be Prompt by Darkwell.
1050 points, ended August 20, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Poor turkey
i love the way you penned this between the happy turkey loving his life an the cold truth about murdering him to be food. very well done!
WTG! Good luck in the contest -
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