Thanksgiving Day Disaster #1
Oh turkey again. I pulled open the fridge,
Just yesterday it was hanging from Buck's bridge.
That big fat bird,
he, looking so obsurd.
Feathers twisted on his back to and fro,
A job of plucking, I do hate so.
I pulled him out,
with out a doubt.
The biggest bird I'd ever seen,
but ouuuueeee, oh so goey and lean.
I used a spoon to stuff him completely,
following instructions exactly.
I put him in the oven precisely,
Where he fit so nicely.
While family knocking at the door desperately
All then greeting and smiling so sweetly.
He cooked on hour, then two, then three,
Hurray now he's done yipeeeeeeeee!
All the fix ins are ready,
my hands were warm and steady.
I proudly in front of the oven stood,
He smell so ever lovin good.
O grabbed a big fat potholder,
I pulled him out a bit bolder.
Then in goey turkey grease I slipped,
and over my shoulder that turkey flipped.
Oh so high in the air, Oh I sware,
I seen him laugh, that turkey with flare.
He flew so very high,
landing on grandm's thigh.
There he landed in her lap,
Uncle Ned began to clap.
Her wig flew off took a hop landing over him,
Now one even broke a grin.
My thanksgiving dinner a now disaster,
Everyone has now voted me "The Master."
From now on we all agree,
Ham or turkey it will be.
Copyright © Linda Terrell | Year Posted 2009
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