My Holiday Season Poems

Whatever You Want Me To Do whatever you want me to, Once It was that I then knew, What assigned, And even kind; Maybe my poems read a few. Jim Horn Come and More the Merrier Every one come and more the merrier; When my poems exceeded the barrier; While fetching, Became catching; Could become poetry sickness carrier. Jim Horn Regarding Christmas Activities Have been excelling at my great baking, Until another breath I would be taking; Really cared, But was scared, Because baking bowl had been breaking. Jim Horn Quart Short So Did Abort Would need thick cream about a quart; Instead what happened came up short, Me and carton, Both were parting, And my cooking mission I had to abort. Jim Horn Baste Then Taste With Haste My great turkey soon started to baste, Then had been hot when I would taste, And liquid hurled, Where turkey curled; Placed back in oven with much haste. Jim Horn My Great Turkey Meal My turkey meal was beyond all measure, And very tasty and I will always treasure; To beach carried, Where we buried; So perfect meeting everyone's pleasure. Jim Horn Wrote these just for Poetry Revisited meeting. Maybe they will motivate members to write some poems.