Nights Of Terror
It’s several days now since Christmas,
And the danger’s quite close at hand,
For the turkey’s carcase still lives here,
And great fear is stalking the land.
The great beast sits there in the fridge,
And has provided for several meals,
But its body continues to shed flesh -
It goes on and on – that’s how it feels!
The cold sandwiches with stuffing
Were acceptable on Christmas night,
But then the cold cuts on Boxing Day
Weren’t the most welcome sight.
And we just kept on carving and slicing,
Big slices of breast meat, and some of the leg,
But we need relief now from this poultry -
The children, poor mites, have started to beg.
Perhaps we shouldn’t have bought such a big bird,
Been more considered, in less of a hurry,
Then we wouldn’t have spent the next five days,
Eating so many portions of turkey curry.
We’ve had quite enough of it now,
The pleasure has really started to pall,
And even with bowls-full of turkey soup,
We still can’t get rid of it all!
There’s only the bones and skin that are left -
It’s a sight that makes us all queasy.
We’d really like to get rid of the thing,
But it’s a task that’s certainly not easy.
For it’s taken up residence in the fridge,
And at my conscience it worries and nips,
And now I’m starting to have nightmares -
Is this the start of a turkey apocalypse?
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