My last festive offering for the Feast of Belly-god.
Happy New Year everyone.
Kind regards,
grasshopper
Tidings of Great Joy
God visited the poultry yard.
His knife was sharp. His eyes were hard.
He said, "While angels choir above,
sweet carollings of peace and love,
you will be plucked and roast and sliced."
The turkeys gulped, and groaned, "Oh, Christ! "
grasshopper
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