Not Every Turkey Gobbles

It's Saturday Centus time again, and this week Jenny Matlock has thrown us a Thanksgiving twist. As you can see, the prompt is a play on words, so I thought I would play with a few words myself and create a poem for this week's little nugget. I admit that I went over the 100-word limit by 24 words, but I had so much fun that I hope Ms. Matlock and the rest of the Centusians will forgive me. There was just nothing left to cut on this one...or maybe I should say, "nothing left to CARVE." heehee

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Not Every Turkey Gobbles

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson

"Pardon me," said Tom T. Urkee,

"but I’d like to say a word.

Let me make this clear, not murky.

I’m a man and not a bird.

Why must people be so jerky

when Thanksgiving rolls around?

They just look at me all smirky

and inquire 'How much per pound?'

Sure, I know I’m kinda quirky;

I’ll admit that I’m a geek,

but I’m not THAT kind of turkey.

I’ve a nose and not a beak.

Henny-Penny, Turkey-Lurkey,

Cocky-Locky…beaks galore.

I’m a dork from Albuquerque.

I can’t take this any more!

Call me dweeb instead of turkey.

Call me doofus; call me drip.

Just don’t look at me all perky,

like you wanna take a nip.

I am not THAT kind of turkey.

I’m a GUY, so shut your lip!"

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING, MY FRIENDS!