Friday, May 07, 2010

Turkey

Every May, the ladies group at church hosts a supper for the group with the honorary members (those 70 and older) as honored guests. This year I was part of the planning committee for the dinner and I volunteered to find some poems on Spring to read aloud as part of the program.

In searching for poems I found at the library the book Julie Andrews' Collection of Poems, Songs, and Lullabies selected by Julie Andrews and her daughter Emma Walton Hamilton. It really is a lovely book with beautiful paintings by James McMullan. My children enjoyed my reading out loud many of the poems included. One of our favorites, though, had nothing to do with Spring, but I included it at the dinner anyway. I knew that all the ladies would enjoy it as much as we did.
For your enjoyment, I reprint it here:

The Turkey Shot Out of the Oven

The Turkey shot out of the oven
and rocketed into 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'd 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 scrubbed with displeasure,
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I'd never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn't been popped.

Jack Prelutsky

1 comment:

Susan said...

ROFLOL!!!

Now, that's my kind of poem!