Terence Turkey

Terence Turkey

Terence Turkey of the anti-christmas Martyrs Brigade
Said he couldn't wait for the table to be laid.

He was first in his flock to head to Norfolk to train:
Assault courses, cracker detonation, tonnes of grain.

With a proud breast he'd brag and boast
That he was the one; the deadliest roast.

But right before battle he was taken by surprise.
An electric knife took off his thighs.

He tried flicking gravy and even a stray giblet.
Then tried to distract them with a festive vignette.

This battle was lost he knew he was beat
But he had a clever plan, this intelligent meat.

He knew he had to become a deadlier bite.
So he sat on the counter and went dodgy overnight.

thats really good, have you ever heard the song cows with guns, same kind of humour, nice!

I thought your poem was really cleverly written. I'll be reciting that one next Christmas!

delightful!

Really imaginative and original, i liked it