The poet strikes again

Turkey chases me around

Throw myself onto the ground

Climb onto the old tractor

Glaring darts at my attacker

Later...

Thanksgiving time, I get my revenge,

On the turkey who scared myself and friends,

Grease on my chin, fork in my hand

Beware of me, turkeys! You will be canned!

Written in honor of the turkey who used to chase me around,

                                         --Alison Gee (age 12)