.5. Really Fresh Poem by David Threadgold

The butcher’s shop was busy
There was poultry every kind
I asked him for my turkey
That he said he’d put behind

He walked it to the counter
Christmas Eve and half past five
I’d told him make it really fresh
But I never said alive

He said he’d done the best he could
And couldn’t get one fresher
The farmer who had brought it in
Was under Christmas pressure

He said it won’t need stuffing
It ate the stuffing there
What could I do with a big live bird?
But the butcher didn’t care

I took him to my local pub
Where the landlord called him pop’s
I couldn’t kill the turkey now
So for Christmas we had chops


© 2008 David Threadgold
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