Tommy
Tommy the turkey was tired |
totally tired, it's true |
as his tribe - being tremendously tasty - |
tended to top the menu |
Tom started out pretty tranquil |
He was quite the traditional type |
But rightfully got in a temper |
at some of that thanksgiving hype |
He seemed to get touchy and testy |
as his farm friends dwindled a lot |
And if my mates were turned into twizzlers |
I too would be losing the plot |
So Tom took to taking some action |
in the local town for his team |
And his tit-for-tat retribution |
is a tip-top turkey-based dream |
Well, I tremble and totter and teeter |
What if cows were to follow his trend? |
Or the pigs, or the sheep, or the chickens? |
I question just where will it end? |
But Tommy is ever tenacious |
I've asked him to quit - but no use |
So perhaps we should just have the stuffing? |
Perhaps it is time for a truce? |