The turkey is 50 percent in all,
aged well and then bottled late in the Fall.
It's wilder than sex, well I could be wrong
quite soft on the tongue, but a trifle more strong
then the fruits of the forest, just like peaches and cream
and the very word GOBBLE makes a wonderful dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good rhyming i liked it