turkey trouble / sexy sestinas, together at last!
brought to you by sleep deprivation and creative writing class...
It isn't very subtle
This super-sonic chair
Test it on a turkey
See if it can spend
6 million second-years in white
Plastic held together with a nail.
I guess I can't quite nail
Down this solemn subtle
Secret - all involving that revolving chair
(It would suck if it smelled like turkey
I bet I couldn't stand to spend
One minute in that smooth shiny white)
Whirling winding white
Around a solitary nail
Like I said, about as subtle
As a bright blue bobbing chair
Or a trotting headless turkey
While a whole life left to spend
I wonder if I could spend
Just one evening wearing white
Gloves covering each finger's neail
A disguise so deft and subtle
That even the all-knowing chair
Couldn't tell me from a turkey
That poor turkey
Forced to spend
All of its lovely white
Meat for a single nail
In a monumental sruggle against the subtle
Swinging cedar chair
Stop that tyrannical chair!
It's enslaving that dead turkey
How can you spend
On more second staring at the blank white
Surface, clipping one last nail
While this cruelty doesn't even bother to be subtle
Remember: White is not subtle
Don't trust that chair with a single nail
Spend a precious ounce of pity on the lost soul of a turkey!
It isn't very subtle
This super-sonic chair
Test it on a turkey
See if it can spend
6 million second-years in white
Plastic held together with a nail.
I guess I can't quite nail
Down this solemn subtle
Secret - all involving that revolving chair
(It would suck if it smelled like turkey
I bet I couldn't stand to spend
One minute in that smooth shiny white)
Whirling winding white
Around a solitary nail
Like I said, about as subtle
As a bright blue bobbing chair
Or a trotting headless turkey
While a whole life left to spend
I wonder if I could spend
Just one evening wearing white
Gloves covering each finger's neail
A disguise so deft and subtle
That even the all-knowing chair
Couldn't tell me from a turkey
That poor turkey
Forced to spend
All of its lovely white
Meat for a single nail
In a monumental sruggle against the subtle
Swinging cedar chair
Stop that tyrannical chair!
It's enslaving that dead turkey
How can you spend
On more second staring at the blank white
Surface, clipping one last nail
While this cruelty doesn't even bother to be subtle
Remember: White is not subtle
Don't trust that chair with a single nail
Spend a precious ounce of pity on the lost soul of a turkey!