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The Tom Turkey Saga
by Nancy Ness
‘Twas fall of
sixteen-twenty-one and crops had thrived that year,
The pilgrims and the natives thought they’d all enjoy a feast.
They toiled in preparation, all those folks from far and near;
Before the winter snows set in, they joined in autumn fest.
There was a Turkey, named Sir Tom when given his invite,
Was told he should come dressed to kill – He’d be the honored guest.
Tom Turkey was the plumpest bird, so pilgrims set their sites.
Tom proudly primped his motley plumes and donned his festive best.
But Tom emerging from the woods at Massachusetts Bay
Was met by pilgrims’ shotguns hunting turkey on detail.
Tom Turkey turned and fled back to the forest in a fray;
He ran and ran but still he had John Carver on his tail.
Tom Turkey was
the greatest Cape-on of the neighborhood,
He knew that he must then set forth a Great EsCape Cod plan.
Those pilgrims wouldn’t rest until they’d roasted him for
good.
To Carver, Tom said, “Stuff it,” and his Turkey Trot began.
Tom hid amongst
the cranberries, who camouflaged his plume.
In turn he freed them from their bogs and showed them Ocean’s Spray.
The cranberries were grateful as they’d only known their flume,
For now they could roll with the tides of lovely Cape Cod Bay.
But Tom reminded them that they’d be pilgrim dinner too.
Escape they must lest they be plucked and then they would be sauced.
Lo and Behold, there on the shore stood stately Mayflower Two.
Tom and the berries climbed aboard and portside anchor tossed.
From that day forth this saga’s told Tom’s sailed the seas o’er
time.
Thanksgiving pirates to this day, so goes the story’s lore
Out saving turkeys from their fate - The Great Cranberry Crime
Tom Turkey and his friends aren’t ours to Gobble any more.
A simile is as easy as pie, but a
metaphor is a piece of cake!
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