T'was a man named Jefferson Carter...
Could not learn to read or write much better, or harder.
He would just cut down a fellow poet...
Because he did not know it.
He is a jerk...
A big Gobbley, like turk.
He'll just be the main Thanksgiving day tabled fare...
As his poetry does so to everyone does scare.
His written words do just like shreaks...
Outta his turkey-like beaks.
As he fumbles and stumbles through life's artistic like yard...
To only realize to himself, that he'll never be the well accepted or versed like Bard.
The ole' hatchet..
To his neck would be quite the well match-ed.
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jefferson-carter-that-big-fat-turkey/
