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Turkey Escape
All around the table we sat
with meat on a tray,
the stuffing wasn't even cooked
when the turkey got away.
Chase him with a rolling pin
and face him with a cutter,
that's the way the day has gone
oops slipped in butter.
Food had fallen everywhere
from table to the floor,
Tom was fast and got away
when Auntie opened the door.
Once the family all arrived
we were looking beat,
the turkey had gotten away
so we went out to eat.
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