Being Turkish


I was walking with my dog along the coastal path

When I suddenly discovered

That I was Turkish

This came as a great shock to me

And left my dog rather confused

 

I was soon exiled to a small village

On the Turkish Armenian border

Because I admitted to loving the sea

It was here that I discovered Christianity

In a discarded honey pot

 

A month later I was swimming the Bosporus

Which proved rather difficult as I had a club foot

But I did not drown as a passing ship rescued me

And my astonished canine friend

Who thought that we were heading towards Dover


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