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Ma's New Thanksgiving

Ma’s New Thanksgiving tom bell for dinner? dinner bell for tom bell? tom bell’s our dear prize turkey been with us for years strutting round and round the yard almost one of us pa sharpens the axe but tom bell’s smarter than hell hides behind the barn and pa then gives chase but tom bell’s faster than hell, pa older than hell yep! pa gives it up but none of us can stand ham chicken? don’t seem right beef for thanksgiving? hey! no way, jose, no way! ma has a new plan calls it turkasoy it’s brown and tastes not too bad we’ll make a fortune!

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 12/17/2013 7:53:00 AM

Hi, Daver, are you going to get out the turkasoy soon? heehee. YUK!!! (I don't even care for the real stuff. Who could stand a fake one?)

Joe Maverick

Date: 11/17/2013 1:07:00 PM

Well Ole Tom turkey lived to trot, and ring that bell..' while you folks on soya fared oh so well?? His neck intact all wrinkles unwrung; thats one hot-footing feathered son of a gun..! Hope my comments make you smile Daver..'

Kathryn Collins

Date: 11/15/2013 7:37:00 AM

calling all turkeys.

James Peranteau

Date: 11/14/2013 11:56:00 PM

Dear dave, I have a problem with soy, so.....gobble gobble gobble, right(write) to that bowl which will dine as well ! *smiles* Have a wonderful Thanksgiving dear friend.....much love, james

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/12/2013 4:35:00 PM

thanks for stopping by so many of my poems today. Funny what you said about The Great Salt Lake!!

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 11/12/2013 2:41:00 PM

Okay, Daver make room on that table, this year I'm not tricking the kids with a roasted chicken... ..I'm going over for some turkasoy..then I want the recipe... LOL... always~ LINDA

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 11/12/2013 12:34:00 PM

Gobble gobble, I'm alright with soy.:) When we'd lived out west we'd had two turkeys...Harold and Homer. Harold had been the male, and a great watch turkey. One day I'd caught him, tried to yank out the black binder twine out of his chest. They used to peck at and eat everything. I'd been so worried until the neighbour had said that it was normal; he'd grown 'hair' on his chest.:( At least Tom Bell had been able to hold onto his integrity. Harold had hated me. Love you, Mikki

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/11/2013 4:32:00 PM

oh boy, ME NO WANT SOY!!! GOod one for turkey day, DAver! gobble gobble.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 11/11/2013 4:08:00 PM

Interesting work..A pet is a pet is a pet be it turkey or pig..My mother used to just get a large hen and boil it so she would have broth to make the dressing..Times have changed..Enjoyed reading your work..Thanks for stopping by..If I were to go to the deserted, I would be happy to include you on the journey..Sara