It had to be a dream so unstable.
Because the turkeys had turned the tables.
They were all singing gobble gobble getting ready for a feast.
Because it was him that they were going to eat piece by piece.
It had to be a nightmare because the turkeys even gave thanks.
As they began to chew on his meat, he started to faint.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem