The Turkey popped out of the oven
and rocketed in to the air;
It knocked every plate off the table
and partly demolished a chair.
It ricocheted into a corner
and burst with a deafening boom,
Then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.
It stuck to the walls and the windows,
it totally coated the floor,
There was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there had never been turkey before..
It blanketed every appliance,
it smeared every saucer and bowl;
There wasn't a way I could stop it;
that turkey was out of control.
I scraped and I scraped with displeasure
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
That I would never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn't been popped. written by Jack Prelutsky
NOTE TO SELF: NEXT TIME DO NOT MAKE CORNBREAD DRESSING WITH ORVILLE REDENBACHERS BRAND CORN. SOME SUBSITUTIONS JUST DON'T WORK.
Posted by sticks at November 20, 2006 06:16 PM | TrackBack:-D
Posted by: Harvey at November 20, 2006 09:14 PMGosh Sticks, me and Guy just can't tell you anything without you running to the Bug. Talk about party poopers :)
Posted by: Tink at November 20, 2006 09:53 PM