The Night Before Thanksgiving
The Night Before Thanksgiving
'Twas the night before Thanksgiving,
Everything was deathly quiet,
When what did my sleepy ears hear
But screeching and scratching
From the barnyard just below.
I looked out the window,
And to my horror I saw
Not one, not two, but all
Of my turkeys running wild
In the barnyard.
I got to the barnyard,
All flustered and frayed,
As I looked on the mess,
I just had to pray
I'd find the turkeys
Before it rained.
They had vacated the premises,
Run off with the loot,
Left me high and dry
With no income to boot.
What could I do?
I had orders due.
Figures and sums
Running 'round in my head.
No turkeys to sell,
No money to make.
A heck of a turkey day
That would ruin my pay.
I grabbed my tractor,
And what cages remained,
And headed for the field,
My turkeys to claim.
High hopes I had
As I roared along.
Shining my lights
On earth and on bogs.
Not a turkey could I find
I was really in a bind.
With no hope in sight,
I'd not see the turkeys again.
© Copyright 2012 Lowell Brandon, Faith Times Ministries
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
I was thinking about Thanksgiving Day, and the inspiration came to me to write a poem about a turkey farmer losing his turkeys the day before he was to deliver then to his customers, and the ensuing disaster that would occur if he couldn't deliver the goods. It's just a whimsical poem.
Comments (3)
nice poem huggerman