Rumple Stein has a terrifying
midnight warning for children
who look for a late- night snack.
Deep within the woods
where the old shadows grow,
Rumple Stein whispers a secret
you must know.
"Never sneak a cookie when
the midnight bell tolls,
For that is the hour when the
beast truly strolls."
His voice is like gravel, his
eyes gleam with spite,
Warning little children of the
terrors in the night.
"The Cookie Monster waits in
the dark, cold and grim,
If you steal a treat, you will
surely meet him."
A shadow will stretch out
across the kitchen floor,
As a blue furry claw softly
pushes the door.
He won't want a wafer, a chip,
or a chew,
Instead, the fierce beast will
come hunting for you!
Your bones will be crumbled
like a dry chocolate chip,
As he catches your sleeve in
his terrible grip.
With a terrifying growl from his
bottomless cup,
The hungry blue gobbler will
swallow you up!
So lock up the cookie jar when the
clock strikes the hour,
Before you are trapped in the
monster's grim power.
No crumbs will remain where
you stood on the floor,
And the kitchen will stay silent
forevermore.
Tasty if you cook it right
ultimate gobbler
reminds me of Thanksgiving
kindly do not let me write this to my sister….
everyone has not experienced a turkey but you did because
you married two of them
awful
offal
cricket
brisket
forage
porridge
gobbler
cobbler
boozy
smoothie
"Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness." ~ Jane Austin
Granny Smiths, apple cobbler
Fit for a gobbler
Cinnamon and nutmeg too
Joy for me and you
Walnuts, wine, why not?
Steaming hot -
eat!
Elmer Fudd went hunting for a big prized Turkey.
A Big Gobbler he heard, Gobble near an Oak Tree..
He aimed his rifle, fired a shot!
Missed, Fell back, landed on his butt!
The Turkey saw, ran, and laughed uncontrollably!
I wish everyone a festive
Thanksgiving with family
and friends. Stay safe
out there, enjoy your tasty
meals, and give thanks
for this joyous occasion.
God bless everyone and all
you love...
Egg thief
hatcher
snatcher
Hormones added
perky
turkey
Low T
rooster
booster
No eggs
layer
prayer
Pagan
Wiccan
chicken
OSHA injury
plucker
struck her
Power outage
broiler
spoiler
Sweet tooth
cobbler
gobbler
Terrorist
tickin'
chicken
Unfaithful
poultry
'dultery
H/T to Chicken Footles by Andrea Dietrich
He came at us in the middle of the night.
Carrying a shotgun, and it was not light.
He shot at my husband but was way off to the right.
I saw it was the turkey and knew we’d have a fight.
I hid under the bed and refused to pop out my head.
I knew that gobbler was waiting to make all of us dead.
Then I heard the little ones climbing out of their bed,
So I dashed down the hallway, and hid with them instead.
Bam! That gun off. The turkey was a killing machine.
He took out the boarders, Mr. and Mrs. McQueen.
I yelled “Turkey, we were going to have ham, not turkey lean.”
He came into the room; his eyes had a wild mean gleam.
He took that shotgun and put holes all over the wall.
Then he strutted out, looking at least ten foot tall.
Never get a turkey whose been on steroids again,
I told my husband, who had been hiding from him.
She is such a pretty porker the old sow said.
I thought you were too old for swine, said cousin Fred.
I may be tough, but I am certainly not dead,
She is a gorgeous gobbler, the old sow said.
Would you say she’s gourmet? Asked Aunt Sue.
She has been the head hog in the pen since ninety-two.
I don’t want to go there, her dad said, how about you?
Don’t get me into this said Uncle Pete, who was afraid of Sue.
The piglet in question was coming into her own.
She knew her curly tail was attractive as any rooster’s comb.
She rooted and tooted and flashed her sweet rump around.
Nearly doing in the males, who were looking away at the ground.
“Delilah! Stop that!” Yelled an old hog from inside the house.
You are flashing and flaring, tantalizing the boars with your louse.
Delilah smiled, knowing full well she was the best bacon intention.
Not understanding what it meant, but happy to receive full attention.
The turkey who gets pardoned
Doesn’t understand his luck,
As all his buddies soon will have
Their feathers set to pluck.
Tradition gives the president
One pardon every year.
Most likely, then, that pardoned bird
Will up and disappear.
Where does he go? Where will he live?
Is this a second chance
Or will he have to do, next year,
The “Please don’t kill me!” dance?
The rest of us get ready to
Find recipes we’ve stored,
Relieved to know our turkeys, dead,
Have somehow climbed on board.
For just how disconcerting
Would a scene like this one be:
An oven-ready gobbler shouting,
“Hey there! Pardon me!”
Thomas the Turkey was a real gobbler
Been way overweight since he was a toddler
Gobbled up food, he wasn't slim
Started working out at the gym
“Go Thomas Go”, young girl turkeys would holler
There once was a gobbler named Tom,
Who thought himself quite the fowl homme,
Though hens thought him a cad,
Pilgrims thought he was rad,
Especially stuffed, roasted and basted...nom, Nom NOM!!
Thanksgiving Day
There’s something about Thanksgiving Day
That makes living worthwhile
With thankfulness for home and family.
While the children are outside playing,
The adults are bustling and fussing around,
Preparing and cooking food in the kitchen,
Which suckles the palate and warms my heart
And makes me happy to witness.
With the gobbler in the oven
And pumpkin pies chilling,
The aroma is delicious.
“Stay out of the way!” they say.
There are moments in life
When it’s best to become invisible,
And so I join the others in the living room
Who are chatting away and watching television.
To hear the sound of the table setting
As we sit and wait, anticipating, and then,
Heard over the chatter and TV, “Dinner’s ready!”
There’s something about so grand a meal
Of turkey and all of its trimmings shared with family
That makes me grateful and sleepy after eating.
And as I doze off, I contemplate the future:
“Without God in our lives, where would we be?”
A wild gobbler strutted into the woods,
it did not see all the camouflage hoods,
straight into a turkey shoot;
trips over a gnarly root,
with ruffle feathers made off with its goods.
11/17/2019
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Roll it out or squoosh it flat;
Make a pie or cobbler,
But the eater must be
An imaginary gobbler.
Form a bunch of little balls;
Fill a little bucket.
Poke some holes and when you're done
You might decide to chuck it.
If you do, just mush it up
And stuff in its container.
Kids and time and Play Doh?
I would say a real no-brainer!
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