The Turkeys

One turkey said to his turkey friend,

Here he comes, this is the end.

The other turkey said with sass,

That farmer has a big fat ass.

If I jump this fence, you’ll see,

He will never catch up to me.

Over the fence, he began to run,

But then the farmer drew out his gun.

One shot later, that turkey was dead,

The farmer’s bullet in his head.

The first turkey, still in the pen,

Was sad for his former friend.

But he was still glad to say,

He’d survived Thanksgiving Day.

Friday! Friday!

Friday! Friday! Where are you?

It’s only Monday and we are blue.

Mondays are just the worst!

Probably because they come first.

Friday! Friday! Are you there?

It’s Tuesday now and that’s not fair!

Tuesdays are just so bleak.

Still too early in the week.

Friday! Friday! We’re now halfway.

But the Wednesday camel is in the way.

Wednesday is not our friend.

But we are halfway to the end.

Friday! Friday! Please come here!

It’s Thursday now and we fear.

Thursday just moves so slow.

All because that we know.

Friday! Friday! You are here!

We can now finally cheer!

Saturday and Sunday are the best.

But Friday is better than the rest!

An Ode to Shoes

Shoes are lovely on your feet,

all colors and sizes, oh so neat!

They protect your heels and toes,

even when tied in crazy bows.

Shoes for running, walking or working,

sometimes shoes for dancing or twerking.

Shoes and sneakers and boots for hiking,

yes, even shoes for biking.

Black shoes, brown shoes, pink shoes, green,

Any color that can be seen.

Sneakers, boots, galoshes and heels,

any type that gives you feels.

Take care of your shoes and keep them neat,

Or you’ll end up with stinky feet!