Eagle's Wings: November 27, 2011

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Published on Wednesday, 28 December 2011 23:20

When I was a young turkey, new to the coop,

My big brother Mike took me out on the stoop,

Then he sat me down and spoke real slow,

And he 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'll burst the farmer's wife to hack off your head;

Then she'll pluck out all your feathers so you're bald and pink,

And scoop out all your insides and 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 stuffing.

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 that 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 exercise tapes;

I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half,

and tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed;

But t'was 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 left in the entire compound;

So now I'm a pet on the farmer's wife's lap;

I haven't a worry so I eat lots and then I nap;

She held me today, while sewing and humming,

And smiled at me and said: 'Christmas is coming!"

Sorry, couldn't help myself but this is my favorite Thanksgiving poem.  May God bless you with many good things this year that your heart will be filled with thanks.

Blessings and peace, Pastor Bob