I ate a leg from the turkey, and found that it was fine.
I ate another leg from the turkey, and found that it was sublime.
By leg three I wondered, did we cook two birds this time?
Leg four and I had done it, two birds, four legs with lime.
I saw leg five and knew, these legs evidenced a crime.
'The madman did it!', I yelled washing down leg six with wine.
Leg seven was hard, but needing strength, I continued to dine.
There was no time for eight, the other spider turkeys had arrived.