Thanksgiving Day Disaster #2
I walked into the kitchen,
Would it be turkey or chicken?
A debate was about to unflold,
I, now to tackle it so bold.
To fix a well planned meal,
soon to be a really big deal.
So to the store I went,
My budget quickly spent.
A meal of turkey and dressing,
tied tightly, cooked with blessing.
So then as all arrived,
of course none food deprived.
All ready to partake,
The turkey I will now bake.
It was soon done,
a day of so much fun.
Upon a plate,
turkey his now fate.
I carried him in,
with a big fat grin.
Off the plate it slid,
Off grandpa's head a quick skid.
Hit the shoulder of Uncle Frank,
He thought it was from Uncle Jim a prank.
He lifted his plate,
for that in mid air turkey's sake.
Then grandma hit it with a rake,
Then I wished I'd of cooked steak.
"Score" grandma smiled and said,
as I caught a look from Uncle Fred.
It flew then to the other room,
Where Aunt Pat hit it with her broom.
It landed on my bed,
This day I so now dread.
It then rolled off and took a spin,
I could not even break a grin.
It was now again a Thanksgivng disaster
Of which I was again, "The Master."
When it finally stopped,
As grandpa took out his ax and chopped.
It split in half each of opposite direction,
Heard Aunt Till say, "This meal's without perfection."
So another year goes by,
Family all left, I sit alone to cry.
Oh yes I say again, I do hate turkey,
Next year I sware I'll serve ham or jerky.
Copyright © Linda Terrell | Year Posted 2009
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