Quirky Turkey
I am a quirky turkey and this is what I do,
If you're a quirky turkey then you might do this too.
My shirt is always inside out,
My socks never match,
My hair looks like a bird’s nest,
And my trousers have a patch.
I like to collect feathers,
And shiny looking rocks,
I have pockets full of acorns,
And conkers in a box.
I like to spin in circles,
And dance in summer rain,
I'm drawn to vibrant colours,
And avoid things that are plain.
I'm both organised and messy,
And I can write with both hands,
I can pick things up with my feet,
And read while doing headstands.
I am a quirky turkey,
And a bit of an odd duck,
Someday the world will understand me,
With a bit of luck.
If you're a quirky turkey then you might do this too.
My shirt is always inside out,
My socks never match,
My hair looks like a bird’s nest,
And my trousers have a patch.
I like to collect feathers,
And shiny looking rocks,
I have pockets full of acorns,
And conkers in a box.
I like to spin in circles,
And dance in summer rain,
I'm drawn to vibrant colours,
And avoid things that are plain.
I'm both organised and messy,
And I can write with both hands,
I can pick things up with my feet,
And read while doing headstands.
I am a quirky turkey,
And a bit of an odd duck,
Someday the world will understand me,
With a bit of luck.
This poem is copyright (©) Jacoby Crane 2025

About the Writer
Jacoby Crane
Jacoby is an eccentric artist living in Derbyshire. They spend their time baking, making peculiar things, doodling doodles and writing oddities, currently they're focusing on poetry, haiku and short stories. Jacoby's inspiration mostly comes from their unusual dreams and the weirdly wonderful things their kids quote, but their muse comes in the form of Chris Riddell.