Posted by: CarolAnn | November 5, 2009

‘Twas the Night before the Redneck Thanksgiving

cbl-clipart-turkey‘Twas the night ‘fore Thanksgiving, not a turkey to be found
The stores were sold out, all across town;
The children were sick, covered in pocks,
Our finances were poor, and lost all our stocks;
The dogs were howling, they wouldn’t be quiet,
While visions of rest came through the riot;
And mom on a rampage, and dad in his chair,
Had just settled down to drink his last beer,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the kitchen to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the blinds and there was Uncle Matt.
The skin on his face was as pale as the snow
There he stood, clenching a hoe
With a big burlap bag stuffed on his back
He was sure to get that turkey in one whack
More frightening, the noises, Gobble Gobble, they came
Uncle Matt hollered and shrieked “Turkey, Turkey you’re fair game.”
Go get the spices, the butter, the stuffing…,
Let’s get ready for some plucking.”
To the top of the deck to the back of the woods
cbl-clipart-hoeWith hoe in hand he ran as fast as he could
Running out of breath, Uncle Matt stood in shock
Tom turkey jumped at his face like a slingshot
Up the tree he climbed like a squirrel on the run
Dropping his sack and his hoe to the ground
Then in an instant back down through the snow
Tom Turkey was smirking as he ran off with Uncle Matt’s hoe

©2004 by Marie Ricard
(Compliments of my daughter, Rita “Marie”)


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