Plea-Of-Bird©

Twas the night after thanksgiving,
and what do i see:
but a 1/2 disected bird's remainings,
staring back at me.
He begged and he pleaded,
don't do me this way.
Have a pig be-headed,
your next thanksgiving day.
I heard him exclaim as he,
went down this hatch of mine:
i hope you think more of me,
and take pity next time!
{NAH}
Copyright ©2004~S@L

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