Daver Austin Poet Senryu

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 December 17, 2013 at 7:53 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 November 17, 2013 at 1:07 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 November 15, 2013 at 7:37 AM calling all turkeys.

James Peranteau November 14, 2013 at 11:56 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 November 12, 2013 at 4:35 PM thanks for stopping by so many of my poems today. Funny what you said about The Great Salt Lake!!

Poet Destroyer A November 12, 2013 at 2:41 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 November 12, 2013 at 12:34 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 November 11, 2013 at 4:32 PM oh boy, ME NO WANT SOY!!! GOod one for turkey day, DAver! gobble gobble.

Sara Kendrick November 11, 2013 at 4:08 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