Friday, July 03, 2009

A Poem

Apropos of nothing, Aradia just found this little poem, and I just had to share it with everyone.

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
When 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!

It's amazing what you can find when you dig through a junk room.

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"Loyalty to petrified opinion never broke a chain or freed a human soul..." -- Mark Twain


Fire does not wait for the sun to be hot,

Nor the wind for the moon, to be cool.

-- the Zenrin Kushu