Turducken

[patoadam]

Turducken
with apologies to Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never dine
on beef or bison, sheep or swine,
or doe or any of her buck kin
as tasty as a good turducken.

You need three birds to make turducken.
My word! It takes a lot of pluckin'.
Debone a chicken. Get it stuck
within a finger-lickin' duck.
Stuff both within a turkey's core.
Your dinner guests will beg for more.

Three birds have ceased their daily cluckin'.
They form the feast we call turducken.
Turducken's the dish for fools like me.
Not only God is One in Three.

Our friends N. and R. invited us to their annual holiday dinner. The 60 or so guests enjoyed quite a feast. Turducken was served, which inspired my poem. Guests brought side dishes.

It is a holiday dinner tradition for each guest to say what he or she is thankful for. I said I was thankful for my chihuahua, my son, and my wife, not necessarily in that order.

Happy Holidays to all!

P.S. If you liked my poem, you absolutely must read Poems by Tom Disch.