The turkey is a special bird
it shows you who you are
the way you roast this tasty fowl
reveals your repertoire
Do you just toss the bird 'as is'
into an ungreased pan
no oily smears, no garlic cloves
no herbs from kazakhstan
Well, if it's true that's what you do
trust me, you won't be asked
to join the tight, exclusive ring
of chefs still unsurpassed
Of course, you may be one of those
who like to doctor roasts
with condiments straight from a can
and stuffing made from toast
If you are of the second type
food factories will laud
your many packaged purchases
and choice of brands applaud
However, there's a rarer sort
that stay close to the earth
all things at all comestible
must have intrinsic worth
Yes, that's the folks the turkeys love
for they will never dare
to stuff or cook an animal
and only eat raw fare
So, as you see, this lowly bird
is quite a gauge of cooks
revealing their true character
you'll never learn from books.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the humour, Liilia! !