Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #272
The Turkey Came To Life by Belinda Roddie The turkey came to life before my dad could carve it up. It sprang from the table and headed toward the door. "Have I gone mad?" I thought to myself, as my great-uncle leaped from his chair and chased after the cooked poultry. My mother fainted, the gravy knocked over as she fell. I stood and looked at my great-uncle trying futilely to catch the zombie turkey. My father fetched a broomstick, and my sister her gun - as if shooting an already dead bird would do the trick. My instinct was to run, and so I did, just as I heard the shot that took the turkey out, all nice and hot.