Gobble Gobble 2
Yes it's me the turkey
I am male, but not a bird
Oh you bit your tongue
not saying that dirty word
Male turkeys drink beer
and yes they strut around
Females are so attracted
to their special sound
Male turkeys love football
and the females pray
Their words won't slur
their lips won't spray
The female is cooking
such a special spread
The turkey is yelling
win or be dead
Some turkeys pass out
some just cuss and frown
Blame one on the beer
one on the other teams touchdown
Your Thanksgiving busted
didn't go as you planned
All turkeys are different
yours is a man
Plan as you wish
things just go astray
Hug your turkey and smile
for it is Thanksgiving Day
Terry M
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Gobble Gobble
I admit I'm a turkey
not a Thanksgiving Day bird
I am of the male species
yes the other turkey word
I am a pain in the neck
please put away the ax
I am full of, hmm, stuffing
I admit it, so please relax
I like to sing in the shower
but why does the dog bark
I know exactly where I am going
unless I am lost or it is dark
I know where everything is
as long as it is in my hand
And if an argument I lose
it is law of the land
Now law of the land
means turkeys always win
Hey, there you go
shaken your head again
I know what you're thinking
turkeys win either way
Well it's THANKSGIVING
have you hugged your turkey today
Terry M
Gobble Gobble 4
This is a special time
we celebrate each year
Honey, something in your eye
or could that be a tear
The past is the past
this year I'll behave
Are you disgusted
or starting the wave
I know in the past
I have let you down
You told me last year
I played a naked clown
I may not remember
all the things I've done
But you know of Turkeys
all call me number one
Yep, I'm a Turkey
that I proudly admit
But I can't be a Turkey
if no one pitches a fit
So I guess you could say
that I do it all for you
You see, Turkeys may GOBBLE
but like all, they need Love too
This Thanksgiving remember
if your Turkey plays the part
He would not be a Turkey
if he were not in your heart
Terry M
Talking Turkeys!
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
Dey wanna enjoy it, dey say humans destroyed it
An humans are out of dere mind,
Yeah, I got lots of friends who are turkeys
Dey all hav a right to a life,
Not to be caged up an genetically made up
By any farmer an his wife.
Turkeys just wanna play reggae
Turkeys just wanna hip-hop
Can yu imagine a nice young turkey saying,
ÒI cannot wait for de chopÓ,
Turkeys like getting presents, dey wanna watch christmas TV,
Turkeys hav brains an turkeys feel pain
In many ways like yu an me.
I once knew a turkey called........ Turkey
He said "Benji explain to me please,
Who put de turkey in christmas
An what happens to christmas trees?",
I said "I am not too sure turkey
But itÕs nothing to do wid Christ Mass
Humans get greedy an waste more dan need be
An business men mek loadsa cash'.
Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
Invite dem indoors fe sum greens
Let dem eat cake an let dem partake
In a plate of organic grown beans,
Be nice to yu turkey dis christmas
An spare dem de cut of de knife,
Join Turkeys United an dey'll be delighted
An yu will mek new friends 'FOR LIFE'.
poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
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Turkey Massacre
Everything was fine in Turkeyville,
Until Bob ran over the hill.
We heard a loud boom,
And something go vroom,
While Bob screamed It's Jackter,
On the big tractor,
With a shot gun,
RUN RUN RUN! ! !
The turkeys cried and ran,
On the other side was Dan,
With a huge revolver.
Run, run Oliver!
Screamed Bob,
But there was no where else to run.
The Thanksgiving fun had begun.
The turkeys of Turkeyville,
Had a big run over the hill,
But sadly no one escaped.
Except one turkey faked,
But he was cooked alive,
And took a dive,
Into the boiling soup.
Dan said Now for the chicken coop!
So they left, ran, and got thinner,
Right before their Thanksgiving turkey dinner.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Homage To The Turkey (Second Try) ....[Birds; American History]
I sent off as suggested, my first effort to my Italian friend Carmi.
She read it and then requested something 'lower key'; to me that's Irish blarney!
I had mentioned, first time, Ben Franklin's affection for The Turkey; she thought THAT was nice.
I didn't mind naming Ben the first time around; this will make it twice.
Ben was famous as a diplomat when America was newly 'free'.
He was also an inventor I believe. I think once he used a 'lower key'
while performing an experiment with lightning, Nature's electricity.
It involved using a kite, and a kite string on which was tied a key ('lower'?) .
But back to Turkey: Ben thought the native Turkey to be noble as could be.
Despite Ben's efforts, the Bald Eagle, instead, was picked as a symbol of 'The Land of The Free'.
I must admit I admire and enjoy seeing both birds I did now name,
but the Eagle's pictured on money and well protected, while the Turkey's wild game.
Turkeys can be quite majestic when they strut about, their feathers ruffled and spread,
but unlike the soaring Eagle, in turkey season a hunter may shoot a turkey dead.
Death would not be my preference for either of these noble birds. I wonder now
if Carmi is reading and enjoying at least some of my words.
I helped New York Conservation Department return Turkeys to my home state.
That was near Ithaca, where in the 1960's, no turkey had been seen of late.
I guess the effort worked. In late years I saw turkeys; Toms and at times a hen.
They probably emigrated from Pennsylvania, to the south, the state of dear old Ben.
I've never heard an eagle cry, but to hear a Turkey gobble from woods is thrilling.
Carmi I would have voted for The Turkey. Alas! The Eagle got top billing.
(Nov.2012)
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Gobble Gobble 3
Yep, it's THANKSGIVING
and I'm the bird of choice
Something stuck in your throat
or did you lose your voice
This is a special day
for male birds of all kind
Are you reaching for somethin
or have you gone blind
Yep, football on TV
beer being cuddled by ice
You in the kitchen
the aroma is so nice
Now you do remember
the guys will be here soon
They won't make a mess
look at the clock, nearly noon
I can tell by that look
you're not a happy mate
Now, I will say I Love you
although I feel it's to late
If you will only pause
and allow me to say
THANKSGIVING without you
would simply be, just another day
Now this poem is in jest
and we should all take the time
Let's be thankful for what we have
you hug yours and I shall hug mine
Terry M
Every Turkey
Every Turkey wants to be a cow.
If they had it their way right now.
Every Turkey should immediately hide.
They should not ask a stranger for a ride.
Every Turkey should not give up a fight.
When the farmer trys to hold them tight.
Every Turkey should run real fast.
All of them are competing to be the very last.
Every Turkey should make a lot of noise.
So The farmers joy can't be immense.
Every turkey wishes you were a vegetarian.
Us turkey lovers are just not that mean.
Every Turkey is not able to say Happy Thanksgiving.
They are all to busy giving.
We all say thanks to God for their giving.
Who knows what a new year might bring.
Happy Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is one Holiday
where your taste buds get the gift
There is lots of cooking
the smell of pie is adrift
There will be turkey and dressing,
cranberries and other side dishes you adore
Dinner rolls will top your plate
And in pain, you go back for more
Some will try to save room
for that special pumpkin pie
And have a slice, room or not
with each bite just say, my oh my
Most will loosen their belt
or maybe undo a button or snap
Then head for the couch
and a Thanksgiving Day nap
There will be leftovers
we will enjoy and share
For on Thanksgiving
no cupboard should be bare
With these simple words
I wish you and yours the best
And I hope in this time of uncertainty
Thanksgiving, passes the test
Terry M
Turkeys
Turkeys are amazing pets
Better than cats and dogs.
By their large breasts,
Symbolizes liberty and peace.
Turkeys give us manure and eggs.
Some people eat them,
But others only feed them.
For me, I give them my bear hugs.
Pardon me, I ate turkeys last Christmas.
I must admit the taste was good.
But then, I decided I would
Rather keep them in the woods.
So from now on, I promise
I'll be a good companion for them.
I'll keep them safe,
Feed, and cuddle them
like never before.
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Remember That Turkey Stuffed
Slip me a witch and be done with it.
Then give me a hee-hi-ho!
Let's both benefit from this wickedness.
Then slip me a ho-to-go!
La la la la lahhhh
Lee lee lee lee leeeee
Loo loo loo loo loo lah low.
And for all who have not had a good screwing all this year...
May those turkeys you stuff have tasty rears.
Slip me a witch and be done with it.
Then give me a hee-hi-ho!
Let's both benefit from this wickedness.
Then slip me a ho-to-go!
La la la la lahhhh
Lee lee lee lee leeeee
Loo loo loo loo loo lah low.
And for all who have not had a good screwing all this year...
May those turkeys you stuff have tasty rears.
May you taste a good turkey stuffed...
With cheer!
La la la la lahhhh
Lee lee lee lee leeeee
Loo loo loo loo loo lah low.
And for all who have not had a good screwing all this year...
May those turkeys you stuff,
Have juicy rears!
'Oh...
Such a festive decadence.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turkeys Are In Season
Why are you smiling,
Like a Cheshire cat?
'Oh stop exaggerating.
Am I? '
Like someone has baked you a turkey.
And to your specifications.
'Will you stop that.
I just happen to be pleased,
Turkeys are in season.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Thanksgiving
It's time for Tom to lose his wattled head.
He's designated martyr for the feast.
We pluck him naked and stuff him with bread
Then roast his hapless carcass whole or pieced.
We carve, dismember, separate his flesh
and pile it high upon a festive plate.
Oh, Butterball you juicy thing, so fresh
and tasty, every bite is simply great.
Although we never heard him gobble
without a head he cannot demonstrate.
A turkeys future cannot be squabbled
his life is brief and predetermined fate.
Without a turkey there's no misgiving
there would not be a Happy Thanksgiving.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Turkish Revolution (Christmas Style!)
This christmas,
The Turkeys will rise up,
Against christmas spirit,
No longer shall the weak be sacrificed,
Upon the plates of destiny,
This christmas,
The Turkeys will fight back,
And if they should gain their freedom,
And celebrate for themselves,
Then we should have to roll a dice,
To see who'd be the sacrifice.
poem by Nick Hilton
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Homage To The Turkey......[Humor; Holiday Food]
Carmi suggested this poem paying homage to a bird,
but first I had to consult a book to get a definition of that word.
'Homage' definition #2 is 'special honor or respect....publicly' shown.
Is the special honor therefore having ones flesh cut off ones bones?
Perhaps instead the honor comes in being 'served' with ceremony
at Thanksgiving, when a turkey's status soars above that of baloney.
As a kid I'd join for holiday feasts with assorted kin,
and await the carving of the naked headless bird with the golden skin.
Hours in a hot oven, accompanied by periodic basting,
produced a festive centerpiece which was well worth tasting.
And from its drippings gravy was made to drench potatoes yummy,
and cooked inside the bird was spicy stuffing, soon to fill my tummy.
And when the bones were stripped of meat, with none left for the flies,
I'd seek out the wishbone, the potentially-lucky prize.
So here's to you, the Turkey, who Ben Franklin thought much of.
We hope you rest in avian peace, when you reach Turkey Heaven above.
poem by Bri Edwards
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Loot of Kissess
In bed
At sex...
Time...
Male change
Female...
Female change
Male...
At the bed...
Male is
Female...
Female is male...
It only not
Feeelling...
Bodys sexual
Enjoy of
Eneargy....
Making male
This think...?
Don't woory male...
Too love to female
Give eneargy kissess
For loot....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Street Dogs
Male dog
Too
Lady dog...
Lovely play...
On
Th street...
Another male
Dog comes
Lovingely
For female dog...
Male dog with
Male dog fighting...
Too Biting...
Female dog
Simply running...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Lovely kiss
On beach
Two young
lover's
lovely seen
Asking for male
One kiss...
Female did not
kiss the male...
'A...kiss me...'
Again and again
Asking for male...
Femae hit face of male
With flower hand...
Hit also 'lovely kiss'
For love...?
Male face not good...
Smile female...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Wave's love
Sea...
wave's playing...
One by oneü
One is female...
One is male...
Yes...
Run back to
Male wave say
'I love you...'
Run fast to 1st
Female wave say
' ok catch and kiss me...'
Male run back...
Female run fast...
Did not catch
The male wave for
Female wave...
Daily sea play the lovwely
Game on sea...
One day...
Male and female wave's
Catch the simply too
Love... love...
That day earth was dead....
For wave's love...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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D.sex
male dog
sleep
on...
rich home...
female dog
walking on
street...
with sound...
male dog
open
with the eyes
with out sleep...
female dog sound...
male dog also sound
the sond is nasty
but...
the both wanted sexy....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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My favorite meal is turkey and mashed potatoes. I love Thanksgiving, it's just my favorite. I can have Thanksgiving all year round.
quote by Cindy Margolis
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