Let's talk turkey!
Your compliments fill me--
truly I am quite stuffed, fluffed.
Condiments become me.
I'm laced, sitting pretty
waiting for dinner to commence.
Gobble, gobble, gobble.
Let's talk turkey!
I'm the talk of the town, don't frown,
all have seen me strutting around
making contented sounds.
Pass the berries around--
I've fame and fortune, yes me!
Let's talk turkey
even though you're bloated,
I'm being promoted.
On a platter well rooted,
the center of attention . . .
gobble, gobble, gobble.
I'm . . . uh-oh, yikes;
I understand.
I'm NOT a guest . . .
I AM dinner!
Not THIS turkey!
Hey, that's no fair.
You've plucked my hair
and cooked my 'goose'!
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