Cajun Fried Thanksgiving
Injeck evey POD a dad pluckin' bird
Wid a quote a chow-chow seasonne
Led id sid in dem fridge
(Fo tree whole day, sha!)
You god dad fry-pot on da poach?
FAAR id up an po in dad stuff
Heed dis ere PEA-nut orle bout tree fitty
(Taak almos a dhaam hour!)
Led dad big-boy fraa til it GOL-brown
(Don WOORY, it gid all da way done!)
Oooh-wee! Dem smell ghoood!
Whad you gon use a KNIFE fo?
Id fall rhaad apard in dem finger...
(Khepp yo fithy HAN off mha tuckey!!)
***If you've never had fried turkey, you don't know what you're missing...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014
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