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
|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
|Clever write that made me chuckle. Thanks!|
|Reviewed by DANIEL RAY
|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)
|Thank you so much for the smiles, a joy to read.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|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
|Very funny! Happy Thanksgiving.
|Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot
|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.
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|A pleasant read!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)