Short Get Stuffed Poems

Man
Wild rhubarb is way too good for ya





summer 2016...

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Through faithful practise I surmise - 
Holidays - chaos in disguise!
Diets get out of hand,
Fickle waistlines expand,
And stern resolutions arise!

But until then it’s pure delight, 
Family feast by turkey site. 
Both get stuffed to the brim
On a prim palate’s whim, 
Way to whet a wild appetite! 

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Shelly called grandma to furiously complain
I cannot get them to dance, she said with disdain.
Are they not minding you at all? Grandma asked her.
They aren’t even walking, I am pretty sure.

They have to want to dance and perform grandma said.
Maybe they need a nap. Did you put them to bed?
They’ve been on the bed all day, Shelly reported.
But she was happier now, feeling duly supported....

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Hello to you.
My fat feathered friend.
The most popular guy.
Till Thanksgiving end.
The talk you talk.
You gobble around.
Strange that it seems.
We gobble you down.
Not overly pretty.
But you sure do taste good.
All of our families.
Join in this day.
And sit and get stuffed.
Like you did today.
And so when we say Turkey.
We`re not talking about Grandpa today.
The day is Thursday.
And this is your fate.
So, give me some Turkey.
On my Thanksgiving plate....

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