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Back when he was seven, our son won a contest
   In his class, his turkey recipe adjudged the best
He was so happy, floating so high on cloud nine
   but first prize was something less than 'quite fine'

He had to follow his recipe, cook our Thanksgiving meal
   a prize which to his parents had no real appeal
As our son had never used the oven before
   we planned on having problems galore  

Sure enough, the new chef got off on the wrong foot
   as into a pan, a frozen turkey in its package he put
Yet since the poor lad was so new to this game
   we simply chuckled a bit, refused to lay blame

at the feet of our son, and explained so politely
   that a turkey frozen solid won't cook quite rightly
He listened to us wide-eyed and dutifully
   then gave that bird time to thaw proper-beautifully

Only --- so excited to start, he forgot the next instruction
   which caused more than just some minor destruction
to the thawed bird, which was still in its package
   as it entered the hot oven, awaiting the wreckage...

Well, you can imagine the looks on our faces
   hearing the turkey begin to 'pop, crackle, snap'
For a moment, horrified, we were frozen in our places
   before opening the oven, to a thunderous clap...

Our son was despondent; we had to cheer him right up
   So we smiled our best smiles and said, "Just add a cup
or four of water to the pan--- after we scrape off the plastic"
   ~ I thought that my wife's laugh sounded a bit spastic  

But our little budding chef put his heart into the task
   and he basted that bird, doing all we had asked
So. when we finally sat down, and clasped our hands to say grace
   ~ You should have seen the big smile on our happy son's face


                    October 27, 2019
         Thanksgiving Memory Poetry Contest
                  Sponsor: Regina Riddle
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