The Thanksgivings Turkey
by D. Jack Prelutsky
The turkey shot out of the oven
and rocketed into the air,
it knocked every plate off the table
and partly demolished a chair.
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
it totally coated the floor,
there was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there'd never been turkey before.
It blanketed every
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 scrubbed
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I'd never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn't been popped.