A Tribute To Turkey

Turkeys gobble in the dead of night

Take your stunted wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Turkeys gobble in the dead of night

Take your creepy eyes and learn to see

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Turkey-birds fly Turkey-birds fly

Into the arms of the dark black night.

Turkey-birds fly Turkey-birds fly

Into cavernous convection ovens.

Turkeys gobble in the dead of night

Take your sassy snood and learn to be

In my belly

You were only waiting for this moment to be yummy.

Feels like

A million bucks
kissing a summer breeze
slowly slipping down to grace
the still waters of a fountain
black and cream and green.

A girl.

Once in the world there was a girl who could only speak in a box full of muffins.

She had nine toes and one nose and a tiny mark on her hip that looked like a chicken.

If she rolled on her side at night, the mark made a noise like this - baaagahhhhhk!  ha!

One day this girl purled a whole scarf, well, knit a whole scarf if you look at it backwards.

Then she took the scarf and she wore it to a play on the life of Shakespeare.

Which was not like his plays at all and it sort of dragged until the end when, well, I won't say...don't want to ruin the ending.

It should be clear to you now that this girl was the coolest.