Every year I quote a poem written by a college friend, Steve Kopelic, some years back. Steve? You out there? Do you remember this epic? I found out this year that my oldest thought it was an American classic and was surprised that it did not come up on google. I am pretty sure it first appeared in print on the noteboard on my dormroom door, and maybe never since, until now. :) Without further ado:
Mr. Tom Turkey, your white meat's a winner.
What say you come to our house for dinner?
There's 'taters, and stuffing, and cranberries too.
But most of all, Turkey, the main course is YOU.
Mr. Tom Turkey, your white meat's a winner.
What say you come to our house for dinner?
There's 'taters, and stuffing, and cranberries too.
But most of all, Turkey, the main course is YOU.