Day 17 - Gravy

A turkey went to market
To find a pink pearl pin
He took his car to park it
But none would let him in

The turkey got frustrated
And went back home to sulk
Then took the bus he hated
The one filled with other folk

congestion is a nightmare
The turkey was heard to say
I should get a park right there
But private transport doesn't pay

The old bus wreathed and weaved
Through all the city streets
The turkey turned green and heaved
And chucked all his breakfast meats

Poor turkey now covered in puke
Arrived in the market square
He found the right stall by total fluke
But the pink pearl pin wasn't there.

What shall I do? The turkey gobbled
The perfect present for my future wife
Now that my romance is hobbled
What on earths the point of life?

The fowl was feeling plain rotten
And hung his head in despair
But there was something he'd forgotten
Hope is always there

At the market, a lady turkey
Had bought a pink pearl pin
She'd walked and was feeling perky
If it weren't for the beak, she'd grin,

'Now my date will think I'm pretty'
She crowed as she strutted about
She spied our turkey and took pity
(He was her date, I have no doubt)

Unfortunately this tale
Takes a rather unpleasant turn
As, after a fair bit of ale,
A fox's hunger was beginning to burn

Two vain turkeys huddled in solace
Present meal ideas to most
But to a drunk fox, the plan was flawless
And that night he had turkey roast.

Some days the silliness wins.