Thanksgiving poem

 Was the night before Thanksgiving

As I sat in my chair, I looked out the window and got quite a scare.

Through my blinds I did peer and what did I see,  4 angry turkeys were coming for me. 

For years my Thanksgiving dinner included Tom’s and hens,  which were their brother and sisters, and family and friends.

With hate in their heart and revenge on their mind, they were coming to me get me to kick my behind.

I went to my gun safe and my rifle I found,  as quick as a flash I chambered some rounds.

I crouched by the window and I took aim,  at the 4 turkeys the one and the same.

4 shots from my gun rang out in my ear,  for Thanksgiving I’ll be having 8 drumsticks this year. 

F. Lombano