Turkey Poems - Poems about Turkey

there was a turkey named Tom who loved to gobble up all of the worms one bright Thanksgiving Day he became the cause célèbres and had with the ax come to terms ...

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Cold turkey never tasted sweet. If you see me smile then I am probably lying to you. I am so used to that mask it looks natural. I hide because I don't trust you. You are there for me but I think it's because of the performance. The shallows are where we live, everything is...

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black turkey vulture search guides map to rotting flesh salivating bird...

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‘I’m a failed Muslim. I drink raki now,’ he says. A bottle twinkles on the upturned orange box. On the unmade bed, a punch-drunk pillow lurches in a sea of ruptured quilts. ‘I never pray,’ he adds, as hawk-eyed Ataturk retreats to an ascetic frame and glowers at the room. And we...

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little turkey pelt feathers fluff in wind--follows his drove through farmland he struggles to not fall back dust clouds rise beneath his feet...

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Tender, dark and white meat, Tangy cranberries and The best-mashed potatoes Topped with a thick gravy; That is so delicious, The mouth-watering smell Triggers my appetite....

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Well, I listened to Benjamin Zephaniah, And I kept my young turkey alive. We had a really good blast last Christmas, With hip-hop and reggae and jive. We opened our presents real early, Taking selfies and having a laugh. I bought Turkey some really cool trainers, And he bought me some gloves and a scarf. Then we ate a lovely fat dinner. I cooked...

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T’was the night before Christmas, my favorite night, Excitement, the Christmas tree, presents wrapped bright, Preparations in full swing for Christmas Day, Midnight service, carols ringing, come what may. The turkey ready, a memory of my dad cooking, I hold dear, A second turkey for Boxing Day...

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I'm neither talking about the turkey Who’s running for President Nor the one which is a country Now embroiled And roiled in turmoil I am talking about the huge pheasant That we all like to fest on the last Thursday Of November every year, and on New Year’s Day. I can’t wait to enjoy its thighs and wings I can’t wait afterwards to make...

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Twas the night before Christmas late dinner. Table set, waiting for Conner, a beginner. Wondering which turkey will be a winner. Wild round neighborhood, non any thinner. Turkeys saw the peaceful neighbor coming, Plain funny, stomping heavy, and humming. Toms all disappeared and hid while thumbing Energetic to all the hens to stop chumming. Neighbor looked all through the woods becoming Fully stressed...

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Elmer Fudd went hunting for a big prized Turkey. A Big Gobbler he heard, Gobble near an Oak Tree.. He aimed his rifle, fired a shot! Missed, Fell back, landed on his butt! The Turkey saw, ran, and laughed uncontrollably! I wish everyone a festive Thanksgiving with family and friends. Stay safe out there, enjoy your tasty meals, and give thanks for this joyous...

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The history of our ancestors, wild turkeys, explained an old wise Tom, is that it’s filled with far more bad than good memories. First, their numbers were never killed as often or as many as are today. Second, and this is irrefutable, they were healthier because a natural diet made kept them lean. not like today’s overweight monstrosities. Lastly, and this is...

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I saw a turkey circling, high above Manhattan his bronze and copper feathers ripped in the sun, and it looked like it was having an awful lot of fun. He looked proud, in those clouds—majestic and delicious, I could picture him sprawled out, on our Thanksgiving dishes. Then I thought, chastisingly, “Wow, in a way, that’s kind of vicious.” I opened...

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Have you not heard of the legend of Terror Turkey Tom? Who roams the woods punishing those who do Thanksgiving wrong? The bird with an unending hate for those folks that he sees putting up their Christmas décor exceedingly early. None now how the bird for like this, though many have their say, some thing a Christmas-hating witch cursed him to be this way. Others think he’s...

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Turkey party’s reconvened; not quite sure what this might mean. Spring hunt season seems a waste when right now a tabled graced with a nice big juicy Tom fans the trypto fires, nom nom!...

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