My name is Duke Turkeyman and I am a turkey. My favorite foods are squirrel meat and beef jerky. Every year my elaborate home gets progressively small. All due to the use of a small loud turkey call. I can be sitting here eating some stolen coleslaw. When here you come acting like Quick Draw McGraw. You can very much see, why I become depressed and distraught. I am a big dead ready-for-the-table bird, if I dare get caught. Then I try to disguise myself, like a brown weathervane. However, that never works; so I try to become a biplane. What you, turkey hunters do to me is not accidental. You can see why I am so hyper and temperamental. As you get closer to my home, I will develop stage fright. I dare move a feather, wing, or stand tall upright. To come into my house is thoughtless and brainless. Are you so blind, that your thick eyeglasses need correctness? I am trying to relax watching television on my bean bag. I have kept watch, night and day; as my eyes do sag. When you do not score on one of us; you will steal. Then you lie through your yellow teeth with all zeal. All I want is to be left alone to eat my poppy seed. While my many feathered relatives behind me are freed. If you happen to score on me, I am no small fry. However, when I go into my disappearing act, I will look like a Spanish fly. Copyright (C) 1995 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
Duke Turkeyman is constantly on the run for his life because
of hunters. Later he does something about this delimma. It is
in my book, "When It's Ok To Be Crazy! Marva L. Dowdin
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