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Talkin' Turkey: an After-Thanksgiving Poem

Updated on September 28, 2016
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Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher. He is a former journalist who has worked on various community and college publications.


Turkey in the morning

Turkey at noon

Turkey for Dinner


Turkey as a snack

All that meat

After the feast

Left over

For someone to eat


But it doesn't vanish

It doesn't go away

It's in the fridge


For the ritual after


To begin.

So it becomes

Turkey for breakfast

Turkey with eggs

Turkey for Lunch

In between breads

Turkey for Dinner

Turkey for snacks

There's too much turkey

That one can take


Maybe ground it like beef

And have it as a burger

Or slice it in pieces

And have it with mayo and mustard.

Or by itself



The choice is yours.

Either way

The situation remains the same;

Have a turkey

Then fall asleep.


Or if you can't stomach more

Some Pepsid AC

To take away its burning retort.

Every year

The feast after



One can stop

And leave the meat

In the fridge

But do so and remember

That scent will be there

Reeling you in.

You can't ignore

Those leftovers

That turkey doesn't go away.

Keep trying as you may

That turkey will never go away.

An Inspiration for the Poem: Spam!

Turkey Lingers

Let's face it: the Thanksgiving turkey doesn't go away in a day. It lingers for a week, slowly being consumed when one gets the urge to do so. It goes from being carved up for Thanksgiving, to becoming leftovers in a moment's notice.

I can't recall a time the turkey was enough to last for one day. That almost never happens. It's a big bird that seemingly gets bigger every year. Even a family of four can't polish them off in one sitting.

I've lost count of the numerous packed lunches I've had with leftover Thanksgiving turkey. Sometimes,the offerings would last for days or a week. Rarely will it go for two weeks. By that time, you simply get sick of seeing turkey.

In a nutshell, that's what this poem is about. What happens when a ceremonial meal with a lot of symbolic meaning simply becomes nothing more than tired leftovers. Maybe there's a warning for us all in these verses....nah! It's just a silly poem about Thanksgiving (or the days after it).

© 2014 Dean Traylor


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      Demas W Jasper 3 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Boil the turkey bones to make soup stock and perhaps take advantage of the "MT-1 discovery" that turkeys have that substance which seems to kill many bacteria and viruses; not to mention having that soup stock to go with all the oriental noodle packs we will all be eating so many of after depleting the savings on Black Friday and Christmas shopping!

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Fun poem Dean, and I'm sure it's very true. We have been buying a boneless turkey roast the last few years for Christmas because there's no wastage. Have a great Thanksgiving.

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      Demas W Jasper 3 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Just imagine roasting a turkey for one person!

      Our city (Lindon, Utah) puts on a free Thanksgiving spread each year with anyone who cares to come being welcomed, feasted, and entertained. No ID required. Came one, came all, and were we all thankful? You bet.