The TurkeyA Poem by Rita L. SevGobble...Once
upon a midnight dreary while I pondered weak and weary, considering
the morrow’s horrid chore There
were many tough decisions I thought through with great precision Yet
there were so many factors to ignore As
I stared at dying embers I was burdened by November Oh
why had I agreed to do this deed? In
all my years of living, I’d not cheffed my own Thanksgiving and
tomorrow twenty guests I had to feed I
stressed over the shopping and I started on pre-chopping but
still the bird was frozen halfway through I’d
made it my obsession to make a grand impression though
my trial mashed potatoes seemed like glue As
that poultry sat there mocking my success this iceberg blocking, I
wondered if hot gravy I should pour I
fear my effort’s naught and I’m really quite distraught ~ this
turkey will have thawed out… nevermore. © 2014 Rita L. SevAuthor's Note
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Added on August 11, 2013Last Updated on November 24, 2014 AuthorRita L. SevPhiladelphia, PAAboutPLEASE READ THIS BEFORE "FRIENDING" ME: I am happy to be sharing my poems (and occasional stories) and thrilled to be reading fellow authors. About Friend Requests - It is wise to READ some of .. more..Writing
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