An endless sea of cellophane
preserves my fast forgetting brain.
Do you think it is distasteful?
I just don't want to be wasteful.
They said it's as good as it gets
and turned my brain to giblets.
Jack and Tom share the same foe
They run from Carver's deathblow
Carver delivers
giblets and slivers
eaten with a fine Bordeaux!
I asked a turkey how he felt
About Thanksgiving Day
He told me "Gobble, gobble!"
And then hurried on his way
So when I dine tomorrow night
I'll have the turkey's blessing
To gobble up his giblets
With some gravy, yams, and dressing.
Last Thanksgiving Day, I was berated
By my mother-in-law, I am hated
"You left giblets inside!"
She screamed. I could've died
My turkey dinner was doomed; ill-fated
I wanted to clobber her with a spoon
While she went on mocking me like a loon
My husband shut her down
Her smirk became a frown
When he called her a dried-up wrinkled prune
Mix the giblets. With the stuffing. Winner Winner. Plump Chicken Dinner.
Greetings, fellow poets, on this day of Thanksgiving, whether or not you celebrate the American holiday. I want you to know I appreciate the time you take to read and comment on my poetry. For you I give thanks and acknowledge you as my friends.
There are just a few who act like a troll, belittling some of us who try to control our anger. It's a task we shouldn't need and to your antics we'll not concede. So, listen up if you're a turkey... keep your cowardly necks out of our reach or you'll end up on a Thanksgiving table, where we'll feast on you. Never again will you be able to harass any of us. Your giblets will be in the gravy and your wishbone pulled apart. That's a promise made from the hearts of many of us who will stand and deliver the final blow.
so, let's talk turkey
show respect for each other
don't act like a jerk
today, let's give thanks
keep the soup a peaceful place (in spite of the threat)
thank you very much
PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY
turkeys are gobbling
up laughter as prices rise
thankful for the heat
off their guard, bag their giblets,
the axe only pardons two
11/19/2021
*The name of the turkeys pardoned by the president
Dear Lord this year to save time being lost
remind me- Turkey, Christmas Eve- defrost.
And when it's in the oven, leave no doubt
that I forgot to take the giblets out.
Five loaves, two fishes you fed five thousand,
may I feed six with far less food to hand
since each year bags of food we buy a few
the wheelie bin eats better than we do.
You love little children, what joy they bring,
for me, as tranquilizer, Sherry's king.
I pray , Lord, as I open my gift box
I look pleased with my snowman themed bed socks.
Please let me use only the choicest words
when queueing for pork pies at dawn, at 'Birds' *.
We thank you for the gift of Brussels sprouts
and hinged windows to let the odours out.
Peace keeper may I be as it gets late
and nobody offers to wash the plates.
Above all, Lord, may I remember who
this season is about, and it is you.
* Birds is our local bakery
You’ll do it yourself – the day after the doctor
said, “no heavy lifting.” And your husband
(dreaming again) insisted on a patriarchal turkey
like you always used to have, when he’d
handle the fowl part of Thanksgiving.
You fixed side-dishes; but cooking giblets,
stuffing the bird, making gravy – that was his
domain. You just stayed out of his way.
But this morning – 20 pounds of thawed raw
flesh in the sink – he swore he couldn’t
remember a thing about it, so it’s up to you.
Lifting down the great ceramic crock
from the top-shelf cabinet; mixing chunks
apple, celery, onion, mushroom, cornbread for
the stuffing… well why not, it’s up to you,
you have some cabbage in the fridge
that needs using, and cabbage has such a sweet-
peppery taste. Stuff the cavities, ease that
ponderous turkey onto its rack in the oven.
Three cookbooks spread out on the table, full
of theories on salting or not, stuffing
or not, how long at what temp… you’ll
just wing it. That’s how a bird gets through life.
Rabbits at junctions are often akin to moons at traffic lights. A light lunch is preferable to a whisky scone when taking a picnic to a lake. But playlists can play so font argue with a flamed fortress of fig. Tailoring a suit for a nine foot bead and dazzling s crowd with a one millimetre tiara is not a sound judgment for a counting ball. 1 2 3 then. Radio that on a one kilometre hand held microphone. Hahahahaha the skipping rope is jumping in a hula hoop today. Lovely. It is not the way of the feathered cloud to land in a field fuelled upside-down but a gridlocked four dimensional satanic bowler hat can swim many acres in a spotted swimsuit. Good. Underpasses underwater underground undertake uniquely unequal unisons. And a proxy is neither productive nor normal. Statutory static authorisational code bringing wine to a ball room. Fantastic news for the pillar. Geranium gathering giblets. And a pie. Wow. Xxxxx destitution demon demonstrated dogmatic dramas digging. Xxxxxx counter intelligence and no matter. Xxxxx miscommunication Z
Tulip turning. 1 2 3. Prettily pasting post in a tree. Shapeless orbs ornately decorated. And a singing bowl asleep near a fridge freezer. Radio not a field mouse. Declaration airwaves. A mothball flu. Power pointing pontifical pontiff. Plea to a pea. And a glass human being. Benign is a compass. Grateful is a directional flirt. Gravitationally given going grabbing giblets graciously. Take no wheel to an honourable friend. Especially a right honourable one. Left turn right turn middle middle break. Traffic light dancer. Its best to wear a gold bead rather than a decade of silverware on ones hand. Doesn't one agree? Hahahaha daring playsuit with plunging neckline hahahaha a little bug smiling and smoking. Hahahaha draperies. Xxxx daboya z
A dormouse in a field bucket is very very happy. Such important information gained from the stale water and a legal beetle is buzzing in a furry pair of trousers. Oh look the leap of leaves. Bumping into a glamorous mermaid in an ocean scene. But scent of scenarios are not very scenic. And glowing goblets grabbing giblets is entertaining and exciting. Exotic playing pea pies are waving in a jelly cake. Whilst a radioactive isotope is kicking around in a jar. A pea pod could often resemble the face of a horse. But horseshoes could never resemble restricted fibreglass blankets. Hahahaha bin ban bomb *** hahahaha and a fruit singing to a sofa. Hahahaha charismatically xxxx
Turkey Breast Best
For Thanksgiving what I like best
Has to be a big turkey breast
Or if all eaten can surely rely
On a great, good looking thigh.
Myself have not been a wing man
Being pilot was part of my plan
And if I have to be more direct
Can't stand either back or neck.
Now my wife is a cooking wizard
Is great with giblets and gizzard
Ended up huffing and stuffing
After eating all of the stuffing.
Could it be possible that a canary
Likes turkey sandwich with cranberry
She's sweet just like Russell Stover
So why don't you come right over.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
We're all ingredients in the humanity stew
The sad clowns
The prescription abusers
The chickens running around without their heads
This dish can never be out done
It's killing me
Ashes from Pompeii
The braces of teenage heart throbs
Bloody black and blues from abusive relationships
Fill the pots and pans
A homemade meal per say
Chain linked sausage fences
Add some Epsom salt
Some beef chuck
Giblets
And Simonides of Ceos
Daphoenus bones
A dentist and a retainer
Cornets, pirouettes and percocets
Awkward magazine subscriptions
You can buy the cookbook in all its opacity
See it in the Intrepid Museum
There is work to be done on Mount Olympus
Therefore we should go see a movie at the drive in
Along the alleys of my old village
a squalid dog followed me
flee-bitten, rabbit-faced
Give me some leavings, he whined
just a bit of left-over heart
I am starving to death.
I was coming from the poultry shop
so I gave him some chicken giblets.
He said, Now you are mine
since I ate your heart
and he always, always follows me
ill-fated me!
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