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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.
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