This is something I made for a craft show last week. The turkey is made with a quickutz die. The poem reads" Turkey Poop
You invited me to dinner
with your family and your friends.
You didn't say I was the main dish.
For me it was "THE END!"
You frightened me so badly
I knew I had been duped!
So I left you with my calling card:
This bag of Turkey Poop! " I should have made more. I sold out.
Date: Friday, November 17, 2006 GMT Views: 8253