Every year it's the same old story
Turn away if it gets too gory
Certainly not a tale for the frail and meek...
This is a tale of how Turkey Day becomes Turkey Week!
Now I'm sure that my family can back this up
My turkey dinner is like Emeril's, only a step up
Stuffing's divine, gravy more delicious than wine
Even Martha Stewart, for a taste, would stand in line!
And then there's the turkey, beautiful golden brown
Just the smell of it brings everyone around
White meat so tender, dark meat with amazing flavor
This turkey dinner should be for anyone to savor!
But even with this self-proclaimed acclamation
can't escape the same ending; in summation...
My turkey, as it is yours, will overstay his welcome
It is Turkey Day to Turkey Week we all will succumb
Things are still happy from Day One to Day Two
Black Friday, Yippee! ! I've no cooking to do!
After all that damn shopping, I'm glad to have it
A quick flash in the microwave and we can all sit!
But then, alas, and on cue, comes Day Three
when turkey just doesn't sound as appealing to you or me
And already that damn Turkey has had its way...
You've now had half a week of Turkey Day!
Days Four, Five and Six go by in just a blur
as everyone in America will absolutely concur
that their Turkey, in secret, must've flown their coop
... until every Momma whips out their Turkey Soup! !
I kinda feel sorry for the Turkey's annual situation
Every one of us thought, 'What if I made instead...' in assumption
that there's a cure for this epidemic... but the outlook is dismal
The endings the same, you're just changing the animal!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem