🦃🦃🦃 Three Turkyes

A Thanksgiving Poem


Thanksgiving to be spent by my lonesome

One turkey was a young hen
She was beautiful and tender
One could never feel in a pen
Her busy life didn’t make her surrender

It’s happened for the last couple of years

The other one was a handsome young Tom
He was smart, tall and somewhat skinny
He was the only known bird who won
An athletic scholarship for cross-country

But Sasha and Daniel were awesome

The third turkey was old and tough
He was going to give you indigestion
His skiing misfortune was simply bad luck
He enjoys receiving and giving affection

They stuffed me with plenty of cheers!