Day 209: When Did It Go To Hell?

I found an 8 legged turkey,
It gobbled at its feast.
It wobbled its dirty flops,
But it's beak I liked the least.

"Dare it near so closer,"
That thing croaked to speak
"Oh, please release the flea"
I suddenly felt weak.

Ignoring me it pecked
Gnawing at the day
So I walked in for a look
I knew somehow I'd pay.

It did pounce upon me
I screeched so heavenly loud,
"Don't rape my precious eyeballs,"
"Of them I am so proud."

Scratching with its claws,
I feared they'd dig so deep.
Pentrating my supple skin
It's filthy germs it will keep.

I grabbed it by the ankles
Squawking "Calm It Down"
I threw its awful carcass,
For now dinner, I had just found.

Moral: Turkeys gobble with evil in their eyes. Don't trust em, ever.