Stuffing with Flair
‘Twas the day of Thanksgiving, when all through the house,
Lori and Peter were cursing that louse
who snuck in and stole the stuffing late last night,
they hoped that he dropped having been in their plight:
The guests were arriving with veggies and dips,
while Momma maintained “This’ll add to your hips!”
Aunt Cathy appeared with her baked apple pie,
Grandma requested the “cooked bird’s left thigh”;
When all of a sudden my family then saw
no stuffing ingredients, no bread crumbs, no slaw;
“What shall we do, our stuffing’s been kidnapped?”
“We’ll just have to make due, the funds have been tapped!”
Away to the pantry I flew like a flash,
tore open the boxes of foil and mash.
“There’s nothing in here we can make its place,
I’ll wish for some stuffing when saying our grace.”
Just then did my genius other half come say,
“We’ll make up some stuffing, and make it this way!
A sprinkle of laughter we bottled before
combined with a nap we will need and a snore…
A dash of a dance we will make when our team
wins the big game and we toast with a cream
of curried pine needles we’ll use to make wreaths
in place of the stuff that we never should eat!”
"A stuffing of dreams with a wish they’ll come true
we’ll make for our loved ones, a gift they can chew.
Where people can eat all the stuffing they want
and never feel guilted by ‘Weight Watchers’ taunt.
Stir in some seasoning of memories to share,
tell everyone now of our stuffing with flair;
topped off with a hug and a kiss just for you,
we hope you’ve enjoyed this here stuffing debut!"
© 2004 Lorraine M. Kanter
All rights reserved by Lorraine M Kanter as an unpublished work.
Dear Cleo,
I especially like parodies as they add an extra element to poetry as the reader goes beyond the poetry itself to compare it to the original. I think too it allows the reader into greater insight into the writer.
Nicely done!
Cheers, jgd
This is far better than breadcrumbs and onion,
It's witty and thoughtful and packed full of funnion.
I'll fly to the kitchen right now without pause
And deliver it up to my wife, Mrs Claus.
I see it was made for good ol' Thanksgiving
But I think with a soupcon of Love and some sieving
We can use this fine mix. Cleo, what do you say?
May I scatter your message abroad Christmas Day?
Yours whiskeredly,
S. Claus aka JJ
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