The End Is Near

The ghosts, as far as I can see,
Have faded to transparency
Their pride of place on porch and door
O’ertaken by great birds once more.
The turkey season is upon us.
Hail to Gallus turkicanus!
(That’s a name I just invented
Since the Audubon I rented
Lost its text on festive fowl
When I couldn’t find a towel.)
Everywhere where yesterday
I’d spotted spooks, they’ve gone away,
Replaced by men in buckled hats
And horns o’ plenty ‘stead o’ cats.
Giving thanks is fun for some
But when the elves and reindeer come
To push the turkeys from their perch
Atop the heap of cheesy merch
You’ll think it somewhat less on fleek.
Still unconvinced? Fine. Wait a week.

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About Michael

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