"The Turkey Shot Out of the Oven"
by Jack Prelutzky
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 ~
(I read this poem for our Providence home school co-op Thanksgiving assembly on November 17. You can enjoy edited selections of our program at www.ProvidenceHomeSchool.blogspot.com.)
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