Eight turkey vultures

Their were eight turky vultures sitting in a tree

One came down and said to me

'Im a pretty little bird'

I looked at him and said 'thats absurd'

Seven weird vultures were still there

One came down and bit my hair

Then shouted out loud as he flew in the air

'Whats a turky vulture anywho'

I said 'I dont know aren't you?'

six in the tree remained

Ones neck twisted he looked and strained

I felt a chill loom

Then heard a loud boom

Two vultures now were left

One kicked the other down

As it fell to the ground

The last flew and came to me

Stared me in the eyes and said

'DON'T SMOKE CRACK!'

Reviews

[ABBY]

what a great poem. i never exspected it to end like that. but it sounded pretty goood. i hope you won the turky contest because you diserve it.

------abigail

[sutoraika]

I chuckled. What a surprising ending! It was fun to read.

[Celtic Cat]

lmao.... a story with a moral, no less!!! Sounds like those vultures had been smoked out themselves! very funny and amusing write, thanks so much for entering my contest!!! I love this piece!!!!! : D

[Adiel]

oh...my goodness!