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Frozen Turkies
F. Harry Stowe-Poli
They have no head
with which to worry
They have no feet
with which to hurry
They have no knees
on which to fall
and no fashion sense,
no sense at all
They flaunt their goose
bumps without flair
With feathers plucked they’re naked bare
They don’t even wear a watch
and there’s a great big hole down in their crotch
They’re never heroes
in any story
Their motto is
“No Guts, No glory”
Their giblets,
stuffed into a bag
and frozen hard,
breasts never sag
They never flew,
they were too hurkey
They quit bad habits,
of course, cold turkey
For them with veggies
in a pan
the oven’s where
they get a tan...
Frozen turkeys are unflappable.
F. Harry Stowe-Poli has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of F. Harry's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of F. Harry's latest works: