Didactic Magazine

I tried to run but I couldn’t get away.

They caught me before I could escape.

A bullet pierced right into my side.

Good thing I ducked otherwise…

They plucked my feathers and ripped my skin.

They licked their lips,

And washed their hands,

And stared me down.

One fool had a great idea,

“Let’s fry the turkey!”

He yelled out in tears.

So they prepared to make the biggest mistake of their life.

They put me in the deep fryer.

And I started a giant fire.

They all panicked and tried to run away.

Oh! This is a great thanksgiving day.

The fire burns in a blazing glory.

I’m still in the fryer all boring.

They now run and can’t get away.

Man! This is a great thanksgiving day.

Rick Astley on the radio.

Singing like a fool but having fun though.

The fire truck finally came,

One hour later.

Too bad for them it’s a blue flame.

It’s almost impossible to stop it.

They survived for this long.

Let’s find out if they can rock it.

It’s all over and the fire’s gone.

They tried to get away, they tried to run.

They all survived, but burned and scarred.

They just learned not to mess with turkey’s guard.

By Edward

Shall they have turkey?

Or shall they have ham

Should they eat me?

Or should they eat lamb.

Roasted on top

They can’t pick a spot

Just cut me already

And watch my stop

Literally, I’ll act like a chicken

With its head cut off

Right now I’m bold

Head over shoulders

Is this a noble death?

Or shall I look left

My feathers plucked right

And the day is light

Will their mind change by night

Will I have to fight for my life?

I’m just about dead

And their sleep in their bed

Good morning

Is it time

What time will they eat me?

Have they changed their minds?

Now I’m afraid

My heart is alive

The knife is getting closer

Closer to my behind

Ouch they cut me

I feel like I’m bleeding

They don’t notice

It’s thanksgiving, they’re celebrating!

 By Chasadee

Walking around the woods at night

I was quickly greeted with a fright

Two men stood with loaded guns

I stood still for a second, then began to run

I took off fast, just like a bullet

Then I was spotted by the man with the mullet

I heard a great bang and turned around

It was the hunter’s gun that caused the sound

Thankfully he missed, and I sighed with relief

But the other man’s gun now caused me grief

I tried to run, but my legs wouldn’t give

And I knew I wouldn’t have long to live

As the bullet came toward me, my life flashed through my eyes

I realized I would soon be served next to pies

It pierced through my body and I fell to the leaves

I began to lose consciousness and started to bleed

The men picked me up and threw me in their truck

I couldn’t make a sound, I couldn’t even cluck

They started the car and we were on our way

I would soon be cooked, to my dismay

I began to regret taking a walk

I had no idea that I would be stalked

But I was now dead, there was nothing I could do

To change that I would soon be chewed

The men began to clip my feathers

And beat me with belts made out of leather

I was skinned and chopped into a meal

A trip to the oven sealed the deal

I was cooked until I was finally done

I was no longer free to walk in the sun

I was once a marvelous beast

And was now someone’s Thanksgiving feast

By Alyssa