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52. Gobbler's lament © 22 November 2017 |
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(The form chosen for this week is the rondel) |
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‘Twas the eve of Thanksgiving Day. I’m not at all grateful, he said. There’s no fun in losing one’s head, Then roasted and carved on a tray; Sage stuffed up your bum all the way With mushrooms and spice mixed with bread. ‘Twas the eve of Thanksgiving Day. I’m not at all grateful, he said. So how would you like, come what may, To be basted when you are dead? Thank God for this turkey well-fed, Big drumsticks, plump breast, they all pray. ‘Twas the eve of Thanksgiving Day. I’m not at all grateful, he said. |