poem of the day March 31 

It was

a grand gobbling

turkey time

A fine feathered

jamboree 

The Toms were

all flexing 

their beards 

feathers spread

strutting their stuff

The Hens were

all flocked up

milling around 

like virgin

potato ladies

judging farmboys

i could tell as 

I was driving by 

it would soon 

become quite a lively affair