Turkey Christmas

Lots of dead bodies
Crowds of onlookers
They can’t wait to body snatch
Victims who died
Killed by the grubby hands of slaughterhouse workers
Blood guts and halal
Oh yes it’s denied
One awful x film, the body snatchers
Sadness and tragedy for
Turkeys
Who
Will create a stench of dead bodies roasting
Their arses stuffed up with
Sage which is true
They lived and they died
Necks rung and tearful
Yes turkeys cry for each other they do
It’s a very sad time for turkeys and capons and piglets and calves ending up in some stew

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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