all are
here now
hugs and
kisses
have the
blessing
feast is
ready
turkey
dressing
giblet
gravy
English
peas and
creamed po-
tatoes
green beans
cornbread
buttered
crescents
sweet tea
coffee
cherry
cheesecake
apple
cobbler
to the
tv's
some for
movies
some for
football
in ten
minutes
all are
snoring
soon we’ll
waken
and start
making
plans for
Christmas
Categories:
giblet, thanksgiving day,
Form: Footle
Two turkeys in the oven and candy yams
Whipped mash potatoes, cranberry sauce from a can
A green bean casserole and a relish plate as planned
Corn bread dressing and sage dressing for the big man
Lots of butter and dinner rolls with jellies and jams
Deviled eggs a dish of mac and cheese with bits of bacon
Giblet gravy and sweet cream corn we understand
Pumpkin pie and cherry and don't forget the pecan
And for goodness sake must serve the honey spiral ham
Have Sprite and sweet tea liquor won't be banned
A big green toss salad and don't forget the Thousand Island
And if you get a chance a bucket of original KFC fried chicken
Some fresh fruit and veggies will make the table look grand
Some light soups and breads and cheeses we can do again
Or we can all head to Golden Corral, load up the big van.
Categories:
giblet, food, thanksgiving,
Form: Rhyme
glib glassy green-eyed gruesome ghoulish goblins grabbing gloriously
glitzy glimmers of gourmet garnish. Giants give garbled ghosts gruff
growls. Gargantuous groups of glamorous gargoyles give greeters
goopy green gravy. Garbanzos grab globs of giant gamblling goulash.
Glum grieving giraffes generate gibberish in German. Granulated grocers gripe about grimy glittering goblets. Gainful games google greening, guessing about grimy graveyards of gruffly grotesque ghouls. Glam Grandma Gigi gazed at gradual greasy grasshopper’s greedy game-changing griddles and granolas. Grazing garbled granite gleaned Greta Garbo’s grateful giblet. Gus’s glorious greasy gangly go-go galoshes garnishing Gilly's’s gristled grizzled gemstone gleaning gallons of gracious gangly gallows.
Categories:
giblet, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Thanksgiving Eats
By Franklin Price
11/11/2019
Thanksgiving time is coming
Just a couple weeks away
I will review the food for you
On that diet ending day
There's dressing for the turkey
That we're carving from the top
Mashing up some fresh potatoes
Now is not the time to stop
Add some giblet gravy
Just a spoonful, maybe two
Could have some mushrooms in it
If they're just the thing for you
Maybe have a pre-cooked ham
With a fancy spiral cut
Or purchase one to bake yourself
A shoulder or a butt
Marshmallow sweet potatoes
Cranberry sauce, if so inclined
A glass or two of Chardonnay
And you'll know that you have dined
It's okay to take a break
When main courses are done
And gossip 'bout the family
Always Thanksgiving fun
Won't take long to catch up
Just when the tales are getting good
The desserts are on the table
Looking better than they should
Looks like there's nanner puddin'
Some cake, and many pies
You may find your stretched out stomach
Was not as big as were your eyes
I know I haven't covered all
That might be on your table
I'm so full with what I've written
That I'm just no longer able
Categories:
giblet, food, thanksgiving,
Form: Rhyme
add new poem
poem poem poem
we dont know'em
she me she me
ha ha ha
poetry
poe tree
ha ha ha
edgar poe tree
ha ha ha
allen wrench
look crazy lady
moon on suns fire
militant stars for hire
galactic teach'ery
milky way mire
****oops****
hand gernade bubble gum
chew chew chew
pin popped teat
milk dud treats
gobble gobble
gobble
turke giblet dust
poof poof poof
magical twit
batan wit
twirlings
swirling
bad blue jays blow'em
add new poem
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Categories:
giblet, art,
Form: Concrete
Food I Love
I am a cat, and really proud of that
My diet is nutritious and exact.
My owner serves me fish,
It's my very favourite dish.
And I will also eat a chicken or a mouse.
I like to curl up and doze
With scent of dinner in my nose,
Then later I'll go hunting round the house.
I dream of barbecue
With a cold spare rib or two,
And dreams almost always do come true.
I love a fresh cut piece of meat;
Without meat I am not replete.
And tasty bits of giblet are far to few.
My diet is nutritious and exact,
For I am a carnivorous cat
And really proud of that!
Barry Stebbings
27/06/2016
Categories:
giblet, cat, food,
Form: Light Verse
Should perchance someday Hallmark is seeking struggling bards,
To concoct witty verse for their annual Thanksgiving cards,
I think that I should like to summarily submit,
The following mots for their consideration, TO WIT:
(1) Savor the oyster dressing, giblet gravy and thigh,
The sweet pertaters, green bean casserole and punkin pie.
Hope you have a goodly supply of sodium bicarbonate,
To counter the wrenching effects of all that grub you ate!
(2) To Grandma's house, hordes of kith and kin will repair,
For delicious vittles, (if Grandpa ever ends his interminable prayer!)
May naught but love and fellowship dwell amongst you there,
As His bountiful harvest each of you cheerfully share!
(3) The Thanksgiving meal is over, the guys watch teams battle,
While women sit about the table engaged in idle prattle!
Mom's thoughts are elsewhere on how to deal with leftover turkey.
She's a genius at creating stews and soups, even turkey jerky!
(4) A Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!
Relish this time together and have a ball!
And may all with thankful hearts ever lift,
Thanks to Him, the Giver of all good gifts!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
giblet, thanksgiving,
Form: Rhyme
Free range kitchen; cherished pets all around
In adjoining rooms animistic shrines abound
No clucking, cackling pens we'll hound
But residual carcases we'll gladly impound
A docile harvest plucked from the ground
No pork butts, rump roasts, filets to astound
Only our bleating hearts with consciences tightly wound
Thankfully a Speckled goose cannot be bound
With spindly greens our pristine figures we'll round
With a large caldron of bloody beets our carniverous friends confound
Replace the Carolina turkey with a tofu gam
No Picnic ham only Vegetarian Spam
Cancel the Giblet gravy; with spicy curry our imitations drown
A hearty Lentil soup; bouillon not a gram
Categories:
giblet, animals, devotion, food,
Form: Rhyme
Tom with your fine plummage, strutting for the ladies.
Evoking fear in the children's heart, when you flap and threaten to spur.
Pawpaw evokes fear in your heart, when he sharpens the ax before Thanksgiving and
Christmas. You are too old and tough to be eaten, the young ones go to the table/slaughter.
Becoming juicy giblet gravy, basted, roasted, stuffed, succulent...Oh the poem!!...
Lunch break...
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Categories:
giblet, seasonsthanksgiving, fear,
Form: Light Verse