Guest of Honor: A Thanksgiving Day Tale

This poem was published by the International Society of Poetry in 2001 in my book "Diary of Poems."

I give permission for reprinting by Brookdale.

 

GUEST OF HONOR

(A Thanksgiving Day Tale)

 

Tom Turkey, proud cock without a fear,

Strutted round the barnyard

When Thanksgiving Day was here

“You’d best be on your guard,”

Friends told him in alarm,

“We know that on this farm

 Your time is growing near!”

“To be their meat I’ll ne’er abide

I’ll use my handsome head,” Tom said         

“And find a cunning place to hide

Tomorrow morn I’ll play instead

As one like I should do. “

 

“HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAY TO YOU,”

Smiled the farmer’s wife stepping outside

“Thank all you darlings:  our hens and cows

For eggs and milk we need

Vegetables grown plump as they know how

And Mr. Pumpkin made a tasty pie indeed

But YOU, Sir Tom, I hand an invitation

You shall be the center of attention

Join us in our feast, come with me now…”

 

Sir Tom preened in his delusion

“Good friends, you see who they like best

On this fine farm I’m better than the rest.”

Thanksgiving Day thus came to a conclusion

With Tom Turkey as the GUEST OF HONOR

Oh, yes, he surely was a goner!

 

Virginia L. Wylie

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Virginia resides in Brookdale Orange City, Florida and is the author of the poetry that appears here. The views and opinions expressed in this poetry are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Brookdale Senior Living.

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