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A Brush With A Turkey
by John Smith Williams

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

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This is a true story, it happened when I was a lad, working in a shearing shed in the 1940s.

A Brush with a Turkey.

As a lad I worked in a shearing shed
And in the barn we had our beds,
Up steep steps at night we;d climb,
, for a place to sleep it turned out fine,

My home it was not too far away,
So I could visit on week end days,
So off I'd go upon my bike,
Saving me trouble of having to hike,

So when I returned on a Sunday night,
The Stairs I'd climb and be very quiet'
Lest slleeping sheares I did wake,
Then shouted words would be my fate,

This Sunday eve I climbed the stairs,
Little did I know what was waiting there,
For perched right on the topmost step,
Was the biggest turkey gobbler yet,

It was dark so I could not see,
What was waiting there for me,
In quietness I commenced to climb,
So carefully in slow time,

Till at last on highest step,
Self and turkey we just met,
Flapping wings and turkey noise,
Aroused all sleepers as I lost my poise,

With flying feathers we both fell down,
With a thump we hit the ground,
Turkey flimg out the door,
Self lay winded on the floor,

Sheare rs swearing turned to mirth ,
As I lay there on the earth,,
From that night on it was their joy,
To slylely call me “Turkey Boy”.

John W 12/11/03


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Reviewed by Edna Sweetlove 1/1/2007
This is not in the slightest amusing as far as I can see. And the spelling and typing errors make it almost unreadable.
Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook 5/7/2006
Clever write that made me chuckle. Thanks!
Reviewed by DANIEL RAY 12/30/2005
There is a story, obvious humorous; though humour turns a name ironical indeed as I find the input of word imageries give a dip into the heart to fly with the Turkey as well the word graphical visual about the scene that causes a subtle stand of humour touches a heart intensively to glow with laughter with the incident where there is touch of fantasy, innocence, a bit of adventure and smell of humour in empirical fancy of poetic strength, moreover it flows with the narrative force of truth and rightly I find clarity in word visual projection, the dramatic effect in narration appears expressively vivid, besides there are rhythms in word order at par with rhymes give a nice rhythmic funny read as I enjoy the end comes with a symbolic effect and the title gives an appropriate poetic significance for the title gives a brush of the colour of the tale with allegorical flavour for ‘brush’ has two dimensional meanings fits in the whole work so the multi-dimensional glamour does touch a heart of poetic fancy.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) 11/13/2003
Thank you so much for the smiles, a joy to read.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 11/12/2003
HEEE!! (Grinnin' real big here...) A wonderful and wacky write; enjoyed much~ Thanks for sharing this hilarious write! LOL (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in texas, karen lynn. :D :D
Reviewed by Cynthia Borris 11/11/2003
Very funny! Happy Thanksgiving.

Cynthia
Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot 11/11/2003
Oh John of all the darndest things that could happen, LOLOL, ne'er mind we know it's not true :):)

Great write, thanks for the laugh needed it mate.

hugs
Ch'erie
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 11/11/2003
A pleasant read!

Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
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