Ode to a Turkey

Oh turkey, dear turkey, in my oven browning,

I spy your golden legs and buttered breast.

The stuffing billows out and your tempting juices sizzle,

I reach in and wiggle joints to test

Your succulence and perfect texture created by design

Through days of planning and kitchen-manning,

And, of course, a bath in brine.

 

Such lovely legs and wing-tips, too!

Your breast like burnished gold!

In anticipation, we salivate,

Your charms we now behold!

 

Oh turkey! Dear turkey! Though blameless you may be,

Your white meat oh so tender, and low in calorie,

‘Tis your fatty fellows now piled upon my plate -

Gravy, mashed potatoes, creamed peas and crescent rolls,

Puddings of pistachios, whipped cream and marshmallows-

That will undo the work I’ve done to scale back on my weight.

 

And still I sit to dine today, your plucked carcass to devour,

Oh turkey! Dear turkey! This is your finest hour!

Butterballs and Jennie-Os, we give loud thanks for you

For today we feast on roasted flesh, and tomorrow we’ll have stew!