When Daddy Carves the Turkey
When Daddy carves the turkey,
It is really quite a sight,
I know he tries his hardest,
But he never does it right.
He makes a fancy show of it,
Before he starts to carve,
And stabs in all directions,
While we're certain that we'll starve.
He seems to take forever,
As we sit and shake our heads,
By the time he's finished slicing,
He's reduced the birds to shreds.
He yells as loud as thunder,
Just before he's finally through
For when Daddy carves the turkey,
Daddy carves his finger too!
3 comments:
You're the cutest! I love you! Happy Turkey Day!
I miss your dad! Wish he was here to stab the turkey! Jamey too :(
That poem was a joy Megan Joy. They both were missed very much.
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