The Turkey Rests
The boys and Zelda are coming
her text states, we’re starving
holding Thanksgiving dinner
until everyone arrives.
Her text states, we’re starving
meanwhile the bird is drying out,
until everyone arrives
no one eats.
The bird is drying out
the sniping has begun
no one eats
miniature pickles to tide us over.
The sniping has begun
rheumy Aunt Flora moans
Miniature pickles to tide us over!
I wish I’d just stayed home.
Rheumy Aunt Flora moans,
Zelda and the boys are never coming,
I wish I’d just stayed home.
Oh, to hell with Thanksgiving dinner.
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I’ve begged my family to make my aunt in charge of desert and not mashed potatoes. We don’t wait. Thanks for sharing Bill!
Oh, Thanksgiving. A holiday that tests the will in its own way. The waiting is tough. You capture it well!
fun stuff. the repetition works well, the title is genius, the “Miniature pickles” are an adorable contrast to the big bird
Lol…..”miniature pickles”
Never tasted better.
Yes! The repettion
Love love -moan to home-
So different and so not.
another chance to see a gift as it’s built.
Great write Bill.
What a great use of form: and it is a true dread, the dread of the dinner that never starts:
Wonderful thanksgiving poem captures the wait, the sniping and love the miniature pickles!
Hilarious, Bill! A miniature mock epic.
still laughing…describes many a family, mine included!
love: “no one eats miniature pickles to tide us over.”
In our family we have to put a guard on the deviled eggs!
Ah, the meal for giving thanks! You captured the humor and horror that we have all experienced. Bonus for the pickles!
I think you have touched on a sore spot most, if not all, of us have felt regardless of the holiday. Goes deeper than family quirks. Its about consideration to one another. Good one, Buddy!
“The bird is drying out”.and the cook is really getting upset!!!! Thanks for the memory. ♥️