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Nov 2013
One month to Christmas.
So glad I'm not a turkey.
Doing the turkey trot.
That's foul.

Glad I'm not a goose on the loose.
Waiting to be stuffed.
Not a duck either.
Don't fancy that.
While sat there in my Christmas hat.

If I was Sirloin.
I'm sure I'd find a beef.
At the prospect of being munched.
Main course for some sad suckers,
Christmas lunch munch.
Don't want to be a piece of meat.
Perhaps I'll just eat leaves.

Maybe a mince pie .
I will walk with a wiggle.
Pull a Christmas *******.
Maybe get a little tiddled.
Lets all giggle.
And say,
Glad I'm not an edible bird.
Upon crisp Christmas day!


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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