The turkey shot out of the oven and rocketed into the air; It knocked every plate off the table and partly demolished a chair.
It ricocheted into a corner and burst with a deafening boom; Then splattered all over the kitchen completely obscuring the room.
It stuck to the walls and the windows, it totally coated the floor; There was turkey attached to the ceiling where there'd never been turkey before.
It blanketed every appliance, it smeared every saucer and bowl; There wasn't a way I could stop it - that turkey was out of control!
I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure, and thought with chagrin as I mopped That I'd never again stuff a turkey with popcorn that hadn't been popped.
<Stan Kegel>
Verum audaces non gerunt indusia alba. - Ipsi dixit MCMLXXII