~Thanksgiving Turkey~

When I was a young turkey,
new to the coop,
My big brother Mike
took me out on the stoop.
Then he sat me down,
and he spoke real slow,
And he told me there was
something that I should know!
His look and his tone
I will always remember,
When he told me of the horrors of..
"Black November"
Come about August,
now listen to me,
Each day you'll get six meals
instead of three.
And soon you'll be thick,
where once you were thin,
And you'll grow a big rubbery thing
under your chin.
And then one morning,
when you're warm in your bed,
In will burst the farmer's wife,
and hack off your head!
Then she'll pluck out all of your
feathers so you're bald and pink,
And scoop out all your insides
and leave ya' lyin' in the sink.
Well, the rest of his words
were too grim to repeat,
I sat on the stoop like a
winged piece of meat.
I decided on the spot
that to avoid being cooked,
I'd have to lay low
and remain overlooked.
I began a new diet of nuts and granola,
High roughage salads,
juice and diet cola.
And as they ate pastries,
chocolates and crepes,
I stayed in my room doing
Jane Fonda tapes!
I maintained my weight of
two pounds and a half,
And tried not to notice,
when bigger birds laughed.
Ha...Ha...Ha...!
But 'twas I who was
laughing under my breath,
As they chomped and chewed,
ever closer to death.
And sure enough when
Black November rolled around,
I was the last turkey
left in the entire compound.
So now I'm a pet
in the farmer's wife's lap,
I haven't a worry,
so I eat and I nap!
She held me today,
while sewing and humming,
And smiled and said...
You know Christmas is coming !!!
~Author Unknown~

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