Speaking of Christmas dinner
and not to be overlooked
some say it's a winner
when your goose is cooked
but now let's talk turkey
and by hook or by crook
let me set things straight
it's gobble-gobbledegook
Well Gobble and Waddle are two lucky birds
For Thanksgiving dinner they will not be served
They’ll go back to school
Will think themselves cool
And the Badge of Elite on them be conferred
The President of the United Stated pardons a turkey as a lighthearted tradition that began with Abraham Lincoln sparing a turkey at his son's request and was made official in 1989 by President George H.W. Bush.
Today, the President officially "pardons" one or two turkeys each year, saving them from the Thanksgiving dinner table and allowing them to live out their lives, often at a farm or zoo.
After being pardoned, this year’s turkeys, Gobble and Waddle, will return to North Carolina State University to live under the care of the Prestage Department of Poultry Science.
They will be transported back after their pardon ceremony and will reside at the university for the rest of their lives.
Before the pardon ceremony, the birds stayed overnight at the Willard InterContinental Hotel in Washington, D.C.
I was thinking - why do we eat turkey ?
The history of it is just quirky,
eat veggie pizza, why not;
home made- from the oven hot,
why not forget about gobblers perky !
Oh, turkeys run, run as fast as you can,
or you will be roasting in a big pan:
flap your pretty long feathers,
run, no matter the weathers;
keeping your head- feet and all ...is the plan !
Gobble, gobble Tom Turkey said
hurry up and get out of bed
today’s the day
we run away
or we’ll be stuffed with hot cornbread
Gobble
Gobble gobble,
that's what they say,
nearly every day...
I go out to greet them.
I go out to meet them.
I go out to feed them,
I need them,
as they make me laugh.
They are clumsy they are klutzy,
they are ballerinas in training too.
I mean to tell you...
all
about
them.
They have long necks,
and big feet,
not to mention
they will eat...
everything you don't want them to,
and nothing that you do.
The silly birds...
ride around on the goats.
They are like parade floats.
They walk in the water trays,
and swim in the trough.
I tell you turkeys over chickens
are a little off.
We gibble-gobbled fast and furiously
Like race cars that are about to pile up
Three friends meeting at a restaurant
Where people are supposed to wear masks but aren’t.
All of us not waiting our turns, so eager to explain our positions.
As rude as lifelong friends can be without consequences.
Go and stretch a puppy's tail,
Get with rice a manioc root,
Tell me if sun will buy moon a veil,
Or to who he gave her leather boot,
Teach me to hear coyote’s singing,
Or to keep off drunk bees’ stinging,
And sniff
What skiff
May tell you where I gobble lollipop.
If you think that you are so witty,
And brag you can do anything worse;
Visit all the liquor shops in the city,
Till you spend last loonie in your purse;
You, when you come home, will tell me,
All the grand bottles that you did see,
And swear,
No where
You saw any man gobbling lollipop.
If you find one, let our son know,
It’ll water his mouth with sweet;
Yet I’m sure, son will not go,
Though at next door you might meet;
And he were eating, when you met him,
And last, till you guide our son there,
Yet he
Will be
Gobbling bottles of Madeira, not lollipop.
Dec. 20, 2020
PARODY OF A FAMOUS POEM Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Gobble gobble ho ho ho it's the language of the season
Time for long johns, mittens also coughing and sneezin'
Kissing strangers in the street
Blubbering emotion you excrete
Mostly it's time for a “you, your wife and Santa” threesome!
Gobble the breast if you can get it off the leg.
What is going on? Asked Pirate Captain Sleg.
Honey Butter dressing will be great on the finger.
Thigh drippings will make you want to linger.
The platter looks dirty. It needs a dry rub.
Where is the desert for the delicate club?
Here is a bit of sauce. Please cover the stuff.
If you swallow the turkey, we will show you a buff.
I was running naked, not understanding any of the lines.
I dressed rather fast, and picked up my fork tines.
Gobble the breast, what exactly did it mean?
Why was it on the leg? Was the conversation keen?
Come here and cover the deserts, while I do the turkey baste.
Caress Aunt Martha’s arm, so she can make the banana paste.
I will swallow some of the chocolates for there are way too many.
If you want some cake and cookies, there simply are not any…
Why- why, in God's name, were you unleashed
time and again to rape our community
empty-eyed mug shot
walking time bomb filled with hateful snot.
...and the judges of these mad men
sitting in their sterilized cloud.
High above the martyrs and maggots
broken cinder block sanctuaries,
Giving this ogre a twenty-fifth mulligan.
I pray that "it" soils your cloud
sprays its snotty seed over your pristine.
Sends you tumbling into our humble community
devours everything you cherish and love
drags you down a bloody path
of your poor judgments
happy thanksgiving
gobble -gobble.
turkey vultures
clean-up on route seventeen
tails and a tire
John G. Lawless
©7/30/2018
Gobble gobble ho ho ho it's the language of the season
Time for long johns, mittens as well as coughing and sneezin'
Kissing strangers in the street
Blubbering emotion you excrete
Mostly it's time for a “you, your wife and Santa” threesome!
The “gobble-oscopy”
When the chef succumbed to his bottle
twenty turkeys escaped without gobble
took an apple and stuck it
where no one would pluck it
so the chef giving chase could but hobble
John G. Lawless
11/23/2016
Screech, Coo, or Gobble –for contest
The Dove!!
What would we do
in the darkness of icy winter
sit cold and hungry
listen to its inane cooing?
The Eagle!!
The lofty hermit…
soaring above - alone
screeching at the wind
unapproachable aerie dweller.
The Turkey!!
Ah, the delectable turkey
fat thighs of hefty drumsticks
pale white meaty breast
sweet rendezvous at dinner’s plate.
Less handsome – yet
more filling than the dove.
A sensible choice
Eagle vs Turkey
Symbol vs Sustenance
Ideals vs Pragmatism.
10/10/2015
submitted to – 1776: The Eagle, The Dove, or the Turkey? poetry contest
sponsor – Mary Oliver Rotman
Stuffing, pickles, olives too
A wishbone for me and you
Cranberries and pumpkin pie
Dig right in now, don't be shy
Dark or white meat, it's your choice
Every things juicy and moist
Mashed potatoes, carrots, squash
Peeled, sliced, carefully washed
Football games on big T.V.s
Loud belches from beer bellies
Leftovers are wrapped up tight
For a snack late in the night
Turkey salad, soup and more
Heated gravy that you pour
On a sandwich full of flavor
Lots of things to taste and savor
Turkey day has come and gone
But it won't be very long
Till your ovens full again
Good times with family and friends
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