Laid naked on the kitchen table
White flesh
from leg to breast
A Christmas
bird to be enjoyed
My table
was truly blessed
I set about
the job in hand
Getting the
bird prepared
And by
using all my expertise
No effort
at all was spared
Having
greased the old bird well
The meaty
legs spread wide
And I began
to stuff the bird
I was
really in my stride
When the
bird had been well stuffed
It lay
resting on the cooker
Smelling of
sage and onion
The bird really
was a looker
Then I
looked up at the kitchen clock
Panic
filled me and I began to fret
I shouted
to my wife “quick put you pants on”
I haven’t
prepared the turkey yet
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