Turkey Talk
Can we speak freely,
and have a little talk?
If we can't talk turkey,
then we probably,
just can't talk.
I need to write my will,
I know it will be short.
And leave my hens to,
my posterity,
if not my behind.
I know my butt is in a sling,
but what can I do?
my time is numbered by the hour,
that's why I'm talking to you.
Why does the president,
pardon the only one?
If he would pardon all of us,
we still could see the sun.
I've had my days in the sun,
I've done the turkey trot.
My harem is quite large,
and offspring, I have a lot.
But they are doomed,
just like me,
in a year or two.
It seems like all of us turkeys,
are in for bad do do.
Why can't I have a turkey shoot?
At least I'd have a chance.
When they get drunk behind the gun,
hitting me would be just happenstance.
And so I say my farewell,
as I head for the chopping block.
May I roast up plump and juicy,
while you all watch the clock.
I'll be forgotten in a day or two,
when my leftovers are gone.
May you have a Happy Thanksgiving,
that lasts all year long!
Copyright 2013 © Ronald W. Hull
11/28/13
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Then you'd hear bottled boom, bottled bling.
Seems like turkey's (politicians) is all the parties want,
Cause all the left overs are about different stunts.
The Thanksgiving tune would be next year,
To the the tune of nintey nine bottles of beer.
Singing yankee doodle's new sound,
The turkeys (politicians) calling the bawl's (boo hoo) new foul.
Remembering a famous man's quote...now you know the rest of the real story...good day!
Enjoyed the reading Ron!
Teresa
Regis
...but oh, so well written.
Rx
Love ya!
Jane
About this turkey trot.
I would go on a mission
Even sign a petition
To keep your head off the chopping block.
Maybe you could spare just a couple of toes
Who knows?
Michael D.
budd
GOBBLE... GOBBLE... GOBBLE...
John Michael
Happy Thanksgiving, Ron !
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