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The Oven Roasted Gobbler

Thanksgiving Day has arrived in the nippy month of November, and the dining room is in a festive mood; Holiday music is softly playing in the living room... the aromatic smell of the oven roasted gobbler spreads to each room, to make everyone drool for a taste of this delicacy in the late afternoon, I bet all of them would! Yesterday morning I went to the local supermarket, and looked for the youngest and fattest turkey, the one which is tender and moist...a turkey guests love to eat; and when I spotted the best one, I hurled it into my shopping cart, and went straight to the cashier acting a little crazy, knocking down piles of canned food all over the floor, and making all the customers scream! Somebody next to me yelled, " Young man, be careful...look out!" Over there...another pile of tomato sauce jars fell and the breaking glass sounded worse than a quake hitting this quite town! Embarrassed, and somewhat hilarious for the unexpected mess, I rushed out with my heavy shopping bag...trudging like a hunchback! The oven roasted gobbler steams on the table deplete with lots of Holiday treats: eggnog, apple cider, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, roasted chestnuts and a set of red candles to match the glossy plates; O gobbler so perfectly cooked, you're ready for the sharp knife, and be cut by the volunteer who will say, "Grace!" O gobbler so tasty and young, wouldn't you love to come back to life...and poke everyone with your beak? Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Date: 10/31/2009 9:53:00 AM
its really wonderful... I just love it... so much fun to read, this must be a winner... and thanks so much for your comments on my poem today... the hardest thing about my grandma was seeing her so confused at the end of her life, to see someone you love disappear is not easy... so I write for Helena, always, the person who inspired me to become a writer of poems
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Date: 10/30/2009 8:20:00 AM
I love that last line!!! Yep....I bet he'd like to jump off that table and chase everyone around the room....peck, peck, peck !! Good job, Andrew...good luck in the contest!
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