A Thanksgiving poem by my niece
Cooking Turkey
Busy, crazy, fast moving
Burning the turkey in the flames
Oh no! Look at the fire on it!
Burning GobblerLike my own poem
"Post-Texas Expressive Heat" from
Down Spooky, Kiki's diminutive jingle captures the je-ne-sais-quois re: my mother in her annual struggle with the bird.
Can't stop laughing.