A little over a year since the fire. Second Holiday season since, and I am thinking about my mom. She loved to read and write, just not good at the latter but loved to try. So, as a tribute to her this Thanksgiving, I give you the following:
THE DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING (or a turkey revenge).
So it’s (or Twas) the day before Thanksgiving, the turkey was spry.
The peacock he chased said, “You’re gonna fry!”
The peacock then giggled, “Your butt is so big.”
“They’ll cook you and eat you served up like a pig.”
The turkey not worried, not scared not a bit.
Replied to the peacock, ”I’m not fat, I’m just fit!”
“I’ll hide with the chickens, and blend in just fine.”
“You’re the bird of the day dear, the family will dine!”
“They have to find me to eat me.” The turkey said with a snort
The peacock not knowing the turkey’s cohort.
While the peacock was taking his afternoon rest,
The gang got together, and doing their best.
They pinned down the snooty bird, his tail went first,
Glued on some feathers, all doing their worst.
They disguised the peacock, a turkey he looked.
Soon the farmer came out with the ax and a hook.
He found the peacock all dressed as a turkey,
Thought the thing looks a bit skinny, odd and whacky?
But a bird is a bird and its Thanksgiving day,
So he picked up the callous bird and went on his way.
The moral of the story my friends now is this,
Don’t’ tick off a farm bird, you could end up like this:
the bad poet’s society
(aka: mom xxxooo)
Happy Thanksgiving Day