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Now here's a poem sure to please you About David's famed dyskinesia Be forewarned, you weak of heart If everyone is ready, The tale will now start Twas Turkey Day across the land And David's family was all at hand Brothers and sisters, the whole famiy When someone said "Who'll carve the turkey?" With Dad deceased for many years And David's medicine working He thought he'd volunteer His neurons were in high gear When suddenly his arm started jerking I'll spare you the details The blood and the gore David's rush of endorphins Has now made him an orphan And no one asks him to carve anymore.