Holidays
The pumpkin laughs /
at the fat man trying to pass. /
The turkey flew the coop.
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Fowl play
The turkey showed up for /
Thanksgiving. /
His goose was cooked.
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Not my photo, but needed something to go with my short, humorous poem. I call the creation in the photo a turcrabasage.
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Filed under 2021, parody, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Pieces of eaten bird. /
Crumbs of rolls and pumpkin pie. /
Second coming scouts.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
At least during this National Novel Writing Month, Willard remembered to thaw the bird before trying to bake it.
Filed under 2015, cartoon by author, CarToonsday
A turkey and a writer walked into a local bar.
The turkey thought the writer could make him a flying star.
“I’ll tell you my life story and then you’ll write it down.
“And we’ll split all the profits when a publisher is found.”
The writer had heard such talk and promises before,
But with his feathers spread, the turkey was too big to ignore.
Getting to the heart of the matter.
The writer reached into his tattered pocket and drew out his carving knife.
What happen next to the turkey, we’re not sure we can ever tell
Only that the poor writer liked the bird, but only medium well.
Now, let this be a lesson about where the writer will start.
The pen may be mightier than the sword, but the knife can cut to the heart.
–by David E. Booker
Filed under 2015, Holidays, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Turkey Day coming: /
cranberries, pumpkin pie, nuts /
and relatives, too.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
I woke to turkeys on full parade,
A dark flock of birds on a chocolate promenade.
I was sure it was a trip to a tryptophanic place
Where there existed another wild turkey race.
One was cross-eyed, one was four eyed.
One, I saw, gave me the evil eye.
Yet these fowl could not be what they seemed,
Full of butter and chocolate and maybe even cream.
With candy corn beaks and truffle cheeks,
one stepped forward and started to speak.
“We come to you from a way off land,
We have a proposal we hope you find grand.
Chocolate turkeys on parade
“If I pardon one, what will happen to the rest?”
The cupcake turkeys did their best
Not to laugh at my stupidity
But an answer to my question, they wouldn’t give me.
So I picked up one and ate him straight away.
Then I ate another before he could say:
“We come in peace, don’t you know.
We came to you, because we’ve no place to go.”
I gobbled and gobbled until I had my fill.
Then the three I hadn’t eaten stood very still.
With chocolate frosting smeared across my face,
I’m sure they wished they’d skipped the human race.
“Which one of you do I pardoned?” I said with a leer.
They stared at me as if I hadn’t been clear.
“I will eat two and save one.
“That is how a Turkey’s pardon’s done.”
The three immediately tried to scramble.
But cupcake turkeys can barely amble.
And as far as they got was the edge of my bed,
Where they had everything to fear. One had lost its head.
But of these turkeys, I could eat no more.
Because my stomach was incredibly sore.
It was rumbling, grumbling, beginning to roar
And felt as if the turkeys inside were trying to soar.
So I give you this warning, should they come your way.
One headless turkey and two friends dismayed.
Enjoy a little less of these chocolate treats.
Unless you want to feel like you’ve been eat.
Filed under blathering idiot, choclate, humor, poem, poetry, story poem, turkey
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