A Fowl Thanksgiving
Got up early on Thanksgiving ‘morn
To find the turkey pan tattered and torn
Went on a search high and low
Wondering where could a turkey go?
Seeing the kitchen door slightly ajar
Saw a sight really bizarre
Down the road my gobbler quacked
Running and hopping, his clothes packed
Wearing my good Sunday sweater
To hide the fact he had no feathers
Hearing me call, the faster he ran
Along the way he dropped my frying pan
With all the potatoes I had peeled
For my tasty Thanksgiving meal
Dropping stuffing along his way
I won’t forget the year my turkey got away
When I had gone in search for a tasty goose
And all my efforts could not produce
Any kind of look alike bird
For this Thanksgiving turned absurd
Penned By:
Doni Gleaton
Winchester, VA
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