Thanksgiving Tuerque Poem by George Hunter

Thanksgiving Tuerque



There was this guy from Albuquerque
Whose prospects seemed rather muerque.
As this season approaches
A great fear encroaches
‘Cause he looked so much like a tuerque.

I said, you have nothing to fear
At this glorious time of the year.
For your life has been so rough
That I’m sure you’d be too tough
So relax and finish your beer!

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