Ode to a Turkey

You strut through the barnyard bold,
in the summer heat,
and in the winter cold,
until the axe man comes
to separate you
from your noble head.

Do not weep Mr. Turkey,
instead remind yourself
of the cold hard facts.

The only reason for you to live
was to wind up on my table
stuffed and dead.

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