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"A TURKEY'S DELIGHT" A Thanksgiving story: I'll not pull your leg. I watched as my pullet Emerged from his egg. He followed me closely, Absorbing my face. A form of imprinting Was now taking place. He walked with a wobble. (Bum drumstick, you see.) His garrulous gobble Was music to me. My constant companion, My pal to the end, He slept in our bedroom, My fine-feathered friend. We had him for dinner, On Thanksgiving Day. Le poult de resistance Du jour, one might say. He graced our fine table As poised as can be, In his own chair of honor 'Twixt Momma and me.
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