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The Turkey Surgeon

I get this job every year I have never been to medical school and I am just a lowly nurse Yet it seems that every year my family hands me the electric scalpels and puts me to work I surgically slice and dice ole Turkey Lurkey Once he comes out of the oven he begins to get that nervous look upon his face "I wonder how she will approach me this year? Will it be the prone presentation or supine? One year we ordered Cornish hens and it was sublime! No carving required!" This year I have a new blade and it is revved up and rearing to go First I delicately removed his thighs and cut perpendicular through his breast His gizzards were harvested at the beginning of the surgery all neatly tucked away in a nice little baggy After Turkey Lurkey’s flesh was neatly arranged on the tray I took the remaining juices and basted him one more time Lean and tender and just on time He arrived to the table straight from the O.R. Happy Thanksgiving from my surgical suite to yours! Sincerely, The Turkey Surgeon, Gwendolen Rix This is my official Thanksgiving Day poem! 11-27-14

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Date: 11/27/2014 9:22:00 PM
really nice one about your turkey today, Gwen. I did not feast at all. I am all alone in my house and am finally ready to go eat my popcorn. I celebrate INDIan style. heehee. happy thanksgiving.
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Date: 11/27/2014 2:02:00 PM
lol Gwendolen very amusing write - but not for the poor turkey:-) hugs jan xxx
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Date: 11/27/2014 11:48:00 AM
it is snowing here in, Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Maybe we can go sledding too!
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