Talking Turkey Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They say my poetry is to be taught in Turkey,
So I don’t see a need to make much of money,
As I am already fully invested
In the enterprises of the lavish poor,

But I still like to look good for my honey.
I am a dandelion in full spore.
Yes, I am ripe and fat for my honey,
And my children are keen to explore;

But my sister has already won the turney,
So my other sweet sister, who I adore,
I’ll gladly settle for second if you’ll
Go sweet for thirds,

Or we can just sit by and watch the ambling traffic,
And show these pin suited commuters our birds.