BonesA Poem by Mike EmilBy Mike Emil
Cadavers of poultry Sinkers that couldn’t swim Fat bulbous birds That did not at all win
Sunken in gravy Lots of giblet ships Glory and massacre That’s what this holiday’s for
Let’s go kill some ingins And turkeys some more ARRGH!!!! HAI!!!
Them bones them bones Them turkey bones Them bones them bones them turkey bones!!! Turkeys torn right open!!!
Turkey bones everywhere You people eat like pigs Gnawing the bones too What is wrong with YOU???
Clean off your plates Before YOU stick them In the sink Listen or I will best YOU!!!
Look at them bones You pulled out the marrow Where’s the plate of cranberry sauce Did YOU eat the damn plate too???
Damn people No manners Stealing my forks But YOU leave me the bones???
What is wrong with YOU? The pumpkin pie burned There’s no saving it Tough for YOU!!!
Take these bones with YOU Scraps for the dog Maybe YOU will kill him Because YOU were to fat and lazy to feed him properly!!!
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Added on November 28, 2013 Last Updated on November 28, 2013 AuthorMike EmilSplit Rock, PAAbout...in the words of the short term king under the mountain..."I have returned!" I am a practicing monk and mixer enthusiast and librarian and shaman and beach goer...i am angry about things done and.. more..Writing
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