KaliCurves
I'm His Fatty
When I was a new turkey, new to the coop,
My big brother Mike took me out to the stoop.
He sat me down, and he spoke real slow,
Told me there was something that I had to know.
His look and his tone I will always remember,
When he told me the horrors of Black November:
"Come about August, now listen to me,
Each day you'll get six meals, instead of just three.
And soon you'll be thick where once you were thin,
And you'll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin.
"And then one morning, when you're warm in your bed,
In will burst the farmer's wife, and hack off your head!
Then, she'll pluck out your feathers, so you're bald'n pink,
And scoop out your insides, leave ya lyin' in the sink.
And then comes the worst part, "he said, not bluffing,
"she'll spread your cheeks and pack your rear with stuffi! ng."
Well, the rest of his words were too grim to repeat;
I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat.
And decided on the spot, to avoid being cooked,
I'd have to lay low and remain overlooked.
I began a new diet of nuts and granola,
High-roughage salads, juice and diet cola.
And as they ate pastries, chocolates and crepes,
I stayed in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes.
I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half,
And tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed.
But 'twas I who was laughing under my breath,
As they chomped and they chewed ever closer to death.
And sure enough, when Black November rolled around,
I was the last turkey in the entire compound.
So now I'm a pet in the farmer's wife's lap;
I haven't a worry, so I eat and I nap.
She held me today, while sewing and humming,
And smiled at me and said, "Christmas is coming."
My big brother Mike took me out to the stoop.
He sat me down, and he spoke real slow,
Told me there was something that I had to know.
His look and his tone I will always remember,
When he told me the horrors of Black November:
"Come about August, now listen to me,
Each day you'll get six meals, instead of just three.
And soon you'll be thick where once you were thin,
And you'll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin.
"And then one morning, when you're warm in your bed,
In will burst the farmer's wife, and hack off your head!
Then, she'll pluck out your feathers, so you're bald'n pink,
And scoop out your insides, leave ya lyin' in the sink.
And then comes the worst part, "he said, not bluffing,
"she'll spread your cheeks and pack your rear with stuffi! ng."
Well, the rest of his words were too grim to repeat;
I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat.
And decided on the spot, to avoid being cooked,
I'd have to lay low and remain overlooked.
I began a new diet of nuts and granola,
High-roughage salads, juice and diet cola.
And as they ate pastries, chocolates and crepes,
I stayed in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes.
I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half,
And tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed.
But 'twas I who was laughing under my breath,
As they chomped and they chewed ever closer to death.
And sure enough, when Black November rolled around,
I was the last turkey in the entire compound.
So now I'm a pet in the farmer's wife's lap;
I haven't a worry, so I eat and I nap.
She held me today, while sewing and humming,
And smiled at me and said, "Christmas is coming."
