Constructive gadfly
Published on November 5, 2008 By stevendedalus In Poetry

Turkey of the wild

met by the roaring musket

became the first feast.


Stacked hay and pumpkin

companions under the skies

warm the vagrant’s heart.


The children from art

made pilgrim hats and wore them

over thankful eyes.


Mom sweetens the yams,

Grandma whips the potatoes

And Gramps carves the bird.


In feasting too much

and the tummy aches, give thanks

for alka-seltzer.


on Nov 06, 2008

Burma Shave.

on Nov 06, 2008

Burma Shave.
Beats Plucking in the old days as my Mom had to do.

on Nov 06, 2008

gravy stains on my new shirt
really piss me off.
Have a and you'll feel better.