It is time for the annual Thanksgiving story…this year…put to prose…
Thanksgiving Cheer
By Steve Burgess (@ElectricianPlus)
It was Thanksgiving morning
Of my seventh year
We were headed to Grandma’s
For some Holiday cheer
My siblings in tow to the Hornet we went
But mother saw, I had angst for this event
Each year, it was a struggle
I remembered it well
Mother had a big problem
An issue to quell
Not a thing to do with the Lions losing
Or my dad, stuffed, in the La-Z-Boy snoozing
It was the candied yams
Covered in marshmallow
And creamy green beans smothered
With Portobello?
The marshmallows were topped with some kind of nut
Every year my defense would get lost in rebut
Mother said she could fix this
“You should worry naught”
They taste nasty when cold, but
“It tastes better hot”
She spoke with confidence. She had to be right
“Good idea Mom.” Everything would be alright.
As we entered Grandmas house
The kitchen was busy
I caught a whiff of mushroom
And felt a bit dizzy
There were yams and beans in the warming pan
But I was not worried. I had a plan
First year not in a high chair
Proudly a ‘young man’
I sat right next to Grandma
“It that a pecan?”
Sitting high on two encyclopedias
I was pale, like someone with anemia
Double helping of meat
Back up plan in place
Can’t find place for yams and beans?
“No room!” Just in case.
Can’t outsmart Grandma, she stacked the meat two high
With all this food, there would be no room for pie
First a scoop of potatoes
Orange and white with nuts
Then a pile of beans and ‘shrooms.
“I might puke my guts”
It’s a good thing the breakfast I ate was small
She’d be mad if I sprayed Lucky Charms down her wall.
It was all there before me
No more time to plot
Mother quietly mouthed that
“It tastes better hot.”
My plate, I attacked, all driven and focused
Devoured faster than a field, by locusts
Celebrating my conquest
I threw down my fork
Grandma smiled with bliss
But I was the dork
My throat did tickle as my plate she refilled
And from my mouth what I’d eaten quickly spilled
It was the candied yams
Covered in marshmallow
And creamy smothered green beans
Everywhere. Head to toe
Today, I don’t eat orange, green and even yellow
And anything that reeks of Portobello
This would make a very interesting children’s book!
Always nice to hear from you!
Happy Thanksgiving!
By: javaj240 on November 27, 2013
at 12:27 am
Thanks. I’m still hanging around. Maybe an older Children’s book. 😉
By: Ignorethebucklesonmyjacket on November 27, 2013
at 7:10 am
This is destined to become a holiday classic, like The Night Before Christmas. Now you just need an illustrator.
By: territerri on December 3, 2013
at 8:31 pm
You know I draw…maybe that is the add for next year.
By: Ignorethebucklesonmyjacket on December 3, 2013
at 8:33 pm
DO IT!
By: territerri on December 3, 2013
at 8:34 pm
I’d assume that I’d need one illustration for each ‘verse.’
By: Ignorethebucklesonmyjacket on December 3, 2013
at 8:35 pm
Better get started now!
By: territerri on December 3, 2013
at 8:37 pm
You just pop in and assign me a task…it’s like we’re married.
By: Ignorethebucklesonmyjacket on December 3, 2013
at 8:42 pm
My husband would probably agree with you! 😉
By: territerri on December 3, 2013
at 8:45 pm
😉
By: Ignorethebucklesonmyjacket on December 3, 2013
at 8:46 pm
Guess I could self-publish on Amazon.
By: Ignorethebucklesonmyjacket on December 3, 2013
at 8:42 pm
Reblogged this on Ignore the Buckles on My Jacket and commented:
It’s that time of year again.
By: Ignorethebucklesonmyjacket on November 26, 2014
at 8:41 pm