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