Turkey limerick
Upon the old table it lay
The turkey fresh out of the grave
It wobbled quite slightly
And Henry ate might’ly
That turkey in gravy Tokay
About the poet
Rudolf Kurt Penner has been shaping his poetry since 1978. He presently lives in Vancouver’s colourfully diverse Downtown Eastside blindly leading the blind as if it wouldn’t cost a dime every time.
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