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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2237602
A turkey discovers an unexpected Thanksgiving and her knack for a limerick.
         I once was a turkey plump and bold,
         sleek, chic, unique, not of a set mould.
         My impressive white breast
         had been rated the best
         and my emotions ran hot and cold.
         
         To a Thanksgiving feast I did trot
         with a bread and spice-based dish I'd bought.
         Hosts stuffed it down my throat.
         Their smiling insistence caused me bloat.
         What had triggered this grand misplaced thought?
         
         Why this hands-on focused attention?
         Appetite and size misconception.
         I'm a hearty gal, yes.
         I eat, no need to press.
         To share the stuffing my intention.
         
         My friends crossed the line of decorum,
         ruffled feathers along my sternum.
         Oily hands rubbed my spine.
         A massage I declined.
         Ne'er a dinner party left me numb.
         
         With a sickening feeling of shock,
         I wiped salt from my eyes and took stock.
         My invite 'to a meal'
         meant 'for meal', on appeal.
         Squawk, this social scene proved a 'fowl' crock.
         
         I once did enjoy making merry.
         I'd gobble food, chat, and sip sherry.
         I now check the menu
         leery of 'befriend you',
         and hosts that recommend cranberry. ( 30 lines )
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