Thanksgiving Poem

The Tom Turkeys
(To the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies)
Daniel Segura
11/16/06

Come and listen to a story ‘bout a Turk’ named Tom,
A thin young Turkey no fatter than my thumb.
And then one day he left to forage for some chow
And found a cornfield, and exclaimed “Hmm. And How!”
Got Plump, that is. Juicy Breast. Drumsticks

Well, the first thing you know Tom gets himself shot.
Hunter said, “You’ll be great in my pot!”
Thanksgiving Dinner is the place you ought’ a be,
So they stuffed him up good and added trimmings.
Beans, that is. Mash potatoes, pumpkin pie.

Well now its time to say goodbye to Tom and all his skin.
And, he’d like to thank you folks for kindly eatin’ him,
But he hasn’t much to say this Thanksgiving Day
‘Cause we lopped of his head and caused fatality.
I’m full that is. Sittin’ back, unbucklin’ the belt. Hmmmm.

Y’all come back for seconds now, y’hear?