The Thanksgiving Turkey bayed at the moon
The Thanksgiving Turkey was nuts as a loon
All night he shivered, tucked in his bed
All night things whispered, ‘off with his head’.
Despondent the turkey fled from the farm.
He hid in his lair, plotting some harm.
Insanely he laughed at the crack of dawn.
The neighbors would find them, spread on the lawn...
“The townsfolk ran screaming, crushed in their dread..
The Thanksgiving Turkey arose from the Dead!!
Happy Leftovers!”
LOL. Happy leftovers to you as well. We have plenty!