Black November

[Gargantuan]

Turkey Poem

When I was a young turkey, new to the coop, My big brother Mike took me out

on the stoop, Then he sat me down, and he spoke real slow, And he told me there

was something that I had to know; His look and his tone I will always

remember, When he told me of the horrors of..... Black November.

"Come about August, now listen to me, Each day you'll get six meals instead

of just three, "And soon you'll be thick, where once you were thin, And you'll

grow a big rubbery thing under your chin; "And then one morning, when you're

warm in your bed, In will burst the farmer's wife, and hack off your head; "Then

she'll pluck out all your feathers so you're bald 'n pink, And scoop out all

your insides and leave ya lying in the sink;

Well, the rest of his words were too grim to repeat, I sat on the stoop like

a winged piece of meat, And decided on the spot that to avoid being cooked,

I'd have to lay low and remain overlooked; I began a new diet of nuts and

granola, High-roughage salads, juice and diet cola; And as they ate pastries,

chocolates and crepes, I stayed in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes; I maintained my

weight of two pounds and a half, And tried not to notice when the bigger birds

laughed; But 'twas I who was laughing, under my breath, As they chomped and

they chewed, ever closer to death; And sure enough when Black November rolled

around, I was the last turkey left in the entire compound.

So now I'm a pet in the farmer's wife's lap; I haven't a worry, so I eat and

I nap; She held me today, while sewing and humming, And smiled at me and said:

"Christmas is a coming'."

Edited November 9, 2012 by Gargantuan

[NeuroTypical]

We currently have three refugee chickens living in our barn who survived the neighbor's culling. They don't seem to be much affected by the events one way or the other.