Turkey Massacre Poem by Mystykka Mysterious

Everything was fine in Turkeyville,
Until Bob ran over the hill.
We heard a loud boom,
And something go vroom,
While Bob screamed It's Jackter,
On the big tractor,
With a shot gun,
RUN RUN RUN! ! !

The turkeys cried and ran,
On the other side was Dan,
With a huge revolver.
Run, run Oliver!
Screamed Bob,
But there was no where else to run.
The Thanksgiving fun had begun.

The turkeys of Turkeyville,
Had a big run over the hill,
But sadly no one escaped.
Except one turkey faked,
But he was cooked alive,
And took a dive,
Into the boiling soup.
Dan said Now for the chicken coop!
So they left, ran, and got thinner,
Right before their Thanksgiving turkey dinner.