I gave myself the bird
I wanted a turkey, to my mom's delight.
But it was soon to become, my worst plight.
She said: you carve the bird, It's your turn, this year.
And that, just happened to be, my worst fear.
I took the knife, and grabbed on-to it's leg.
But the darn thing popped off, before I could beg...
Mom, "Are you sure..."
"Shut-up and cut", she said, with regret.
As I cut thru the pan, the juices were let...
Now I have a mess on the floor,
It's sticky, and runny,
but the dog wants some more.
The knife went clean though, the aluminum pan.
It was the ginsu knife, that I got from Stan.
The bird steamed up my glasses, so I couldn't see.
I took them off, and they dropped on the cavity.
Now, the bird, has such a funny look...
That we took a picture of it, for our book.
Gramma said: "It looks like Uncle Phil."
So, I had to sit down, and I took a pill.
Uncle Phil is bald, and has a funny nose.
Just like the turkey, but that's not it's nose!
Then we heard the knock at the door.
It was Uncle Phil. So I hit the floor.
Copyright © Terry Mullally | Year Posted 2018
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