Talking Turkey

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Talking Turkey

I rescued the turkey
from mother's deep freeze.
She thawed for a day
and began to look pleased.

She was too good to cook
so, I took her a walk,
which is hard with no feet
and we stopped for a talk.

We became best of friends
that Christmas day night,
as, daft as each other
we set the world right.

You see, talking turkey,
seeing their point of view,
beats biting off more
than what you can chew.

18 Comments on “Talking Turkey

  1. this one’s a ripper , Hobbo: the sheer absurdity; the last stanza is a killer; you’re in top form, Hobbo: if you were a race horse I’d back you 🙂

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