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The battle won - an after Thanksgiving story
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The battle won - an after Thanksgiving story |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands 
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A turkey in the States just thought Oh my, it is that time again He packed his suitcase and some stuff Told his Mom "I'll be back, but when?" He took the bus to catch a plane But at the desk he didn't know To where he'd go to be real safe From performing a dinner show He closed his eyes and picked a place And saw he'd picked the country France Across the ocean far away He thought 'This could well be my chance' Landed smooth like a swan on a lake Got through customs rather quick Breathed in the air of Southern France Oh dear, this land just gave him a kick He lodged into a little farm house And people there seemed ever so nice But then the geese told him a tale And Oh by Josh, these weren't lies The geese got stuffed each day anew With grain to let their liver grow Please run, don't stay, they pushed him out This is no place for you, just go And in the middle of the night Off he went, suitcase and stuff He took a train that went up North Through beautiful landscapes rough He crossed the border of Belgium land And went to the information desk 'Can I, as turkey, live here safe?' They laughed and said 'Don't be grotesque' All Belgium people like to dine They'll eat you stuffed with something mashed Take our advice and don't stay here If you don't want your belly slashed He ran to the street, his face real pale They're all the same like home, he thought Now where do I go, to live a safe life And again a bus fare ticket he bought And so he came to where I live I found him standing in the rain His feathers rumpled, soaking wet In whispering voice he tried to explain I took him in my arms and said Come here sweet fellow, dry your tears You've found your safe place, guaranteed And he's still living here since years And not just him, but his family too His Mom and sis and uncle John They all came over from the States And back home they've never gone We all lived happily ever after At my Dutch sweet little farm Where baa's and barks and miaowing sounds Just mix with the goble, goble charm Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Wonderful...James |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Titia~ You crack me up !!!! Hilarious you are~  Gobble-Gobble~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Adorable Story...Enjoyed, martyjo |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this reminds me of a story on the news about a family who raised turkeys. It seemed there was one, a runt, sickly...which they brought in their house to heal...turns out, they now call this turkey their pet and he has the family smoozed. Tina, great enjoyable story, thank you |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
A truly enjoyable read, Titia  Poet, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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