ArmourQuill Hunter (1949 / Fort Smith, AR)
Cooking Turkey's Goose
Beguiled at last, reflecting the best, when one turns out to be a Turkey.
Season's rest, let poetic justice make a spread for your little Monkey.
Tasty little Pea-brain hearts act the clever sort for their illustrious show.
Follow these directions clear and there'll be no leftovers for such a Toad.
Tell the butcher, thought by some to be God, 'of your dreaded plight.'
For considerable consideration 'pray for mercy' all through the night.
Put all plans on hold, collect your Turkey a day before Christmas day.
If you're lucky to have a larder, outdoor storage space, go all the way...
Ask family giblets to remove the cavity of the bird but mums the word.
A few might find your recipe cure, for this luscious bird, a bit absurd.
You can't always make sure the frozen Bird is defrosted before cooking.
But of course, all such Turkey's will want 'to be the better looking-.'
Hence, the thawing times for frozen Turkeys (lest tragedy strikes first) : '
10 years @-room-temperature with a better 'Kiss-toe-actor' of course!
15 years at same-temperature; thus frozen behind state prison steel bars.
30 hrs. a week back-log 'red-tape trash' boomeranged, if only from Mars.
One day-a-year posted: most degrading moment of the scandal's sad tactics.
Turkey serving times varies, life-sentences work best for a fool's antics.
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