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Sick of Turkey... Neopoet Random Challenge for November...

Baked a golden brown
like a summer tan
It came out of the oven
sizzling juices ran

Full of stuffing, it's a hero
Onions, bread and more
I was mashing the potatoes
[A necessary chore]

My wife cooking for a hundred
[At least it seems that way]
Making sauces and a gravy
On this Thanksgiving Day

Saying thanks for all our blessings
Sitting at the table
We've been saving appetites
I eat as much as I am able

A week later, I'm so nauseous
I cannot stand the sight
Of one more turkey sandwich
Without putting up a fight

It's turkey gravy chipped on toast
Turkey cassarole
I feel as though I'm trapped
In a gravity turkey hole

That's it for turkey in this year
We won't have another
Not for Christmas, it's a blessing
Once a year, I tell you brother

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This is absolutely a great celebration of a well cooked turkey. Seemed all are happy with it, no body seemed to be sick of it unlike my poor Perkey who slaughtered his wife Hehehe.
Very much enjoyed.
A winner indeed!

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It's kind of a true story. We only have turkey once a year around here. I just get real tired of it after a week or so, thanks for stopping by. I like your poem; it is pretty funny and fits right into my feelings about turkey ~ Geezer.
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I mean I like a Turkey club often enough but I cook beef on Christmas.

Nice one buddy,
Tim

a big beef fan! I would be in deep doo-doo if I lived in India!
Hey, stop by for a cup of rum and eggnog! ~ Geez.
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Hi, Geezer,
A little turkey goes a long way. I don't think you are alone in your thoughts. Great rhyme in this one, especially Turkey casserole and gravity turkey hole - like a Turkey Twilight Zone. A nice peek inside the Geezer home on Thanksgiving Day!
Thank you!
L

the wife, our son and the next-door neighbor these days. Thanks for stopping by, there is always a cup of rum and eggnog for our friends. ~ Geez.
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Sums up the whole thanksgiving day and it's aftermath. Great poem

~RoseBlack~

it's not like it used to be with all the kids and everyone. Oh well, at least we got some company. Thanks for stopping by. ~ Geez.
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I Can't even remember when last I ate this turkey meat. LoL! Your description here makes her preparation look sumptuous. I believe you, it was a good one. Please, Next time get me alerted. What are friends for?
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"Time will crush on us if we don't utilize it. Just remember, you're an element of time".

~Jackweb

Turkey is alright for a couple of days, but then... Wendy got a small one this year, only sixteen pounds, so it won't be like last year! Last year, our son Jody bought the turkey, and he got a humongous one! Everybody was sick of turkey after that one! I think it was like 22 pounds! ~ Geez.
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