Ode To Tom

What a noble bird. Look at him struttin' his stuff. Feathers are fluffed. His plumage bears his colors and prowess with the hens and he's a skilled hunters difficult prey. Today's Tom, I'm sorry you didn't get to strut your stuff. If you did, it was with allbthe other non descript Tom's awaiting their turn at the butcher's block and on to the dinner table. But there, oh the smell of roasted succulent bird dressed to kill, you excelled. Thank you Tom. Even for the leftovers that are anticipated. Turkey salad, turkey soup, turkey sandwiches, the list goes on. What's your favourite? Thanks again Tom. You did good