So here is the poem for the day….when I first read this poem in grade school it was in a book of Shel Silverstein poems…but from what I could find Jack Prelutsky wrote it apparently? Anyone know the story on this? I can’t remember from back when I first read it if it was in a collections of poems that Silverstein had put together from other poets as well has his work.
Either way it is a good poem. Really cute.
The Turkey Shot Out of the Oven
Writer: Jack Prelutsky
The turkey shot out of the oven
and rocketed into the air,
it knocked every plate off the table
and partly demolished a chair.
It ricocheted into a corner
and burst with deafening boom,
then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.
It stuck to the walls and the windows,
it totally coated the floor,
there was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there’d never been turkey before.
It blanketed every appliance,
it smeared every saucer and bowl,
there wasn’t a way I could stop it,
that turkey was out of control.
I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I’d never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn’t been popped.