The Thanksgiving Turkey
The juicy turkey of Thanksgiving
Will not be forgiving
For the fact that I killed it
It would probably like to spit.
Oh how I will love eating this bird,
I cannot describe it with just one word.
But if that turkey would come back to life
That day would give me lots of strife.
I'm glad it can't come back
Or it would act as if it was on crack.
Turkeys can only live so long
We should have a funeral throng.
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