The Turkey

The Turkey is the dumbest bird,

and ugly just to boot.

May call them by some other names,

But one of them ain’t “cute.”

A red flap lays upon their snout,

One fact you just can’t miss.

When courting time is in the air,

How do they ever kiss?

They strut around – their tails all puffed,

Like they’re the chosen few.

But they would sing a different tune,

If they only knew.

They’re on this earth for just one role,

This really is their fate.

To sit among the massive food,

Right there upon my plate.