The turkey done, our taste buds flowing,
Thanksgiving cheer just kept on growing;
But holiday fear soon came to life,
As dad appeared with his power knife.
Last Christmas we gave him this toy,
Which he unwrapped like a little boy;
He revved it up, we heard him say,
"Just wait till next Thanksgiving Day!"
I saw my mother cringe with fear,
She'd watched him charging it all year;
Last summer with this awesome tool,
He was expelled from carving school.
He pulled the trigger, Zing! Zing! Zing!!!
Cried, "Listen to this baby sing!"
I urged my little sister, Dawn,
To put her riding helmet on.
The crowd was silent, not a word,
As we watched blade encounter bird;
"The wings go first," we heard him cry,
We saw the right wing flying by.
Across the table dripping doodles,
It flipped, "KERPLOP" into the noodles;
My Uncle Hal who had no hair,
Now found five noodles resting there.
The left wing's travel plans weren't clear,
Until it rang the chandelier;
And then we found that wings can float,
It nose-dived to the gravy boat.
"Now the legs!!", Which sent cold chills,
And we all "headed for the hills.";
We heard the splatters, then the thuds,
The right leg crashed into the spuds.
Our dog, Big Red, sat up to beg,
And was leveled by the other leg;
Poor Cousin Charlie hit the deck,
To dodge the swift low-flying neck.
Our cat was creeping toward the plate,
Mom's, "Look out" came a little late;
A buzz, a squeal, a plaintive wail,
Then: kitty with a hairless tail!
When Dad inquired, "Who wants white meat?"
Each one was crouched beneath a seat;
We watched the specks of turkey fly,
To decorate the pumpkin pie.
Dad shut it off and said, "Let's eat."
And presented shredded turkey meat;
Then we applauded----everyone,
For we were thankful it was done.
The pumpkin pie was a taste delight,
The dressing sweet and browned just right;
We each enjoyed the afternoon,
As we ate our turkey with a spoon.
Our dad is seldom such a bother,
In fact, he is a real cool father;
It's our fault cause we broke this rule,
"Don't give your dad a power tool !!"