‘Twas the Day of Thanksgiving…

‘Twas the day of Thanksgiving, when all through the house
Every creature was eating, even the mouse;
The turkey was dressed on the table with care,
In hopes that it soon would not be there;

The family was still all snug in their seats,
While visions of pumpkin pie they would soon meet.
And Dad at the head, and I at the side,
The people were feasting far and wide,

When out in the kitchen arose such a clatter,
I jumped from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the kitchen I flew like a flash,
Opened the door and heard a great smash.

The food on our new freshly waxed floor,
Was calling to animals, more and more.
Then I screamed, “Holy Beef Jerky!
My word, I’ve found the Thanksgiving Day Turkey!”

With many a feather, he seemed a bit dim,
I knew automatically it must be him.
Slower than snails more food came,
As he gobbled and gobbled it seemed like a game.

“Gob, gobble! Gob, gobble! Gob Gobble gob Gobble!
Gob, Gobble! Gob, Gobble! Gob Gobble gob Gobble!
Gob gobble gob gobble! Gobble gobble gob gob!
Gob gobble gob, gobble gob, gobble gob gob!”

As anything does as you probably know,
When the food met an obstacle, it moved slow,
So around the island the foodstuffs flew,
With a tail full of feathers the turkey did too.

And then in a moment I heard from the other room,
The pounding of feet, BOOM! BOOM!
As I looked on with amazement and utter confusion,
The Thanksgiving Day Turkey seemed like an illusion.

He was dressed in red, yellow, orange, and brown,
And on his face was an upside-down frown.
All this food he had on his back,
He seemed like a child opening his backpack.

His eyes – how beady, though they twinkled and glowed,
His feathers held dandruff so it seemed like it snowed.
His dull little beak, had a hint of a grin,
His small little feet were thinner than thin.

The many a feather were a brilliant sight,
They encircled his body like a bright light.
He had a small head, and big fat belly,
That wobbled and wobbled like cranberry jelly.

He was fat and plump, a really good turkey,
And I laughed and said again, “Holy Beef Jerky.”
With a twinkle in his eye, he turned about,
I knew I had nothing to worry about.

He gobbled none, but went to work,
He cleaned up the food, and went with a jerk,
His wings left his hips, and he tilted his head,
He started to rise and left us to be fed.

He gathered the leftovers, and flew out the door,
I hoped to see him at least just once more.
I heard him gobble as he rose out of sight,
“Gobble gobble gob gob! Gobble gob gob gob gob!
(Happy Thanksgiving to all! And to all a good feast!)