Night of the Turkey Owl
As I was a-cooking some giblets one night
I looked up and had a most terrible fright
I found that a turkey had gone on the prowl
And was flitting around like an oddly-shaped owl!
I asked it what drove it to its nocturnal flight
And it gave me the reason for its waking at night
It said that a blaggard had stolen its gut
And ever since then it had been in a rut
Well I covered my pot and kept my soup mum
And listened with pity as to an old chum
As I deduced 'twas revenge that it sought
And had it seen I'd for sure have been caught.
So after the turkey’s poor tale had been told
It bade me adieu, for the night had grown old
And back to my giblets I gladly returned
But to my dismay they were blackened and burned.
So angry was I that my tea was all charred,
My fists grew all clenched and my eyes grew all hard
And that night I swore that revenge I would take
For the error was made for the turkey-owl's sake.
Ill-met by moonlight, the two foes did clash
I wattled his comb, he tore my moustache,
Like titans we battled till late the next day
For each one had sworn that the other would pay.
Evenly matched and both wounded deep,
Fatigue overtook us and sent us to sleep,
And when we awoke, three weeks had gone by,
And though we were fighting, we didn't know why.
The conflict wrought pain and no end of woe
So we decided to drop it and go,
We needed no more ourselves to defend...
And thus comes the poem to premature end.