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[sid] => 9084
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Dena's Got The Hots For The Thanksgiving Turkey
[time] => 2002-12-22 20:28:37
[hometext] => This poem is for a friend of mine. I e-mailed this poem to her and she loved it.
[bodytext] => It all started out,
When the turkey, Came out of the woods, Dena looked him, Up and down, And said, "You look good." The turkey shook his head, "Gobble,gobble," Is what the, Turkey said. Dena had a twinkle, In her eye, But the turkey, Couldn't, Understand why. "No oven or dinner plate, For you, My friend," Said Dena to the turkey, "I got the hots, For you, I'm feelin' kinda, Perky." Well the turkey, Turned around, And ran the other way, "No come back," Cried Dena, "I'm beggin' you, To stay." Dena chased, After him, Ya shoulda seen it, It was a blast, Then poor Dena, Tumbled over a rock, And landed right, On her a**. You see, Dena didn't have, A mate, To keep her, Happy. So she decided, To try something else, And go for, A turkey. Well Dena Rae, Caught up with him, And took him down, Pretty fast, She looked into, The turkey's eyes, And said, "I want your sweet a**." The turkey, Didn't like this, And beat her up, With his wings, And said, "You can't have, My ding-a-ling." Written November 28 2002 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Cynthia [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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