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WHAT TURKEY!!!!!!!!!!! My goose is cooked the turkey�s not, The ham I haven�t started. If I don�t get on the ball, Rename me "Dear departed". My hands are full but haven�t done, A thing to make them dirty. I wished I could have started this, When I was still thirty. My guests I�ll stuff with god knows what, Or the turkey for that matter. I wonder how a pizza looks, Tied up on a platter. The eggs are raw I have not boiled, To make potato salad. The cranberries still in the can, But that one I can handle. If my mother in law don�t get off my butt, I know where I will stuff it. I gave her the bottle of sherry, And told her go get lit. I smell something in the oven, Dam���.now the phone. Michael!! MICHAEL !!!!!!!!!!! YOUR TONKA TRUCK IS DONE. In days of old the wine was served, In gobbets and decanters. This year it�s beer and soda pop, All sitting on the counter. The turkey laying dormant, A door mat more like to be. I wretched right in,(yes wretch�s the word) Not exactly my fantasy. I always wanted a maid or servant, Well he got that didn�t he! Chauffeur, nurse, and butler, And sex toy, namely me. I give up, my work not done, It never really started. I�ll just pass out the beer and wine, They won�t remember after the party. Here kids, take this to the front room, Yes my sweetheart (hug�s) you are handy. Now all of you sit down here. And here�s some cookies and some candy. Now I have my coat, my keys in hand, To McDonalds I did go. I grabbed a burger and some fries, And then off to the picture show. The Masked Writer. <-.-> hehehe (C) 2001 T Lovett |
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