Each Christmas day in Outer Space
the Cosmic Turkeys hold a race.
Around the Milky Way they run
and gobble stars up just for fun.
Like feathered leggy poultry cars,
they zoom past Mercury and Mars.
Then zipping past the asteroids
they gurgle through their adenoids.
It takes a while to run their course
(and some call FOWL at turkey force)
but when the finish line’s in sight
a few brave birds will lift in flight,
and raise up high on bony legs
and panic-drop their turkey eggs,
hoping perhaps to win the day
by lightening loads with one quick lay.

It happens each and every year
and even losers stand and cheer–
perhaps more loudly than the winner
who’ll soon be cooked for Christmas dinner.

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