Thanksgiving Guest of Honor
|I once was a young turkey named Tom,
I was dressed for the Thanksgiving prom,
I was stuffed with wild yams,
And jalapeño jams,
When they ate me they passed a stink bomb.
I was an old turkey named Alice,
Both my legs were extremely callus,
My drumsticks were so hard,
Diners thought they were charred,
So they attacked the cook, with malice.
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