Tuesday, November 23, 2010

One Shot Wednesday...




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Bearded Splendor!
Noblest of the Pheasants
Sustenance of the Pilgrims
Usurped from your rightful pedestal
by the 'fish-stealing' eagle.
Whipping prospective mates into a Fan-Tailed Frenzy
with a cacauphony of Gobblety-Gook...
You alone are capable of sending over-indulgent humans
into Tryptophan Napland!
This Thursday we pay homage to you..Meleagris Gallopano.
We eagerly obey your Final Directive...Eat Me!!!!
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If you have any short stories, poetry, or prose laying around.
Post it on your blog this Wednesday, and go tell the very talented
crew over at One Stop Poetry...Here.

27 comments:

  1. This is what happens when we don't vote. Ben Franklin nominated the noble Turkey for national bird, only to lose by one vote.

    Now Congress is filled with turkeys instead. :)

    Have a great Thanksgiving!

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  2. I love over eating day. Turkey, football and friends. Enjoy.

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  3. ...I'll be at work, but I so wish I could eat myself into a turkey coma :) Maybe I'll get some leftovers...Happy Thanksgiving!

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  4. I'll be enjoying my vegetarian Thanksgiving meal! Bet your turkey would like my Thanksgiving better! Truly, it is a great poem to honor the meal.

    Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2010/11/23/thankful/

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  5. Lol! Turkey day- if only they really knew but maybe they do and thats why they knock people out. Revenge!

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  6. Ha, ha. He's asking for it, fanning his tail like that.

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  7. Poor fellow. Almost makes me want to eat pizza for Thanksgiving.;)

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  8. And it tastes even better the next day - sliced on fresh bread with some stuffing - YUMMY!

    Hope you and your family have a fabulous Thanksgiving, Galen!

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  9. ha. hopes commnet too...lol. hope you have a great turkey day G!

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  10. the final directive, LOL. that's the best part.

    but really, would you want to eat eagle?

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  11. I like your homage to Thursday's center of attention, G-Man. I'm with Talon on the day after feast. Add some cranberry sauce to that sandwich, and you've got a bit of heaven on a plate.

    Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

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  12. Ha - You always manage a great poem for OSW

    hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving with the family

    thanks for your weekly support

    Moonie Gobble Gobble ...

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  13. Yeah I bought some turkey sausages for thanksgiving dinner. MMM MMM good eating!

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  14. enjoy that turkey...i loved birds but have alway thought they are so darn ugly that they were made to look better on the plate...have a good holiday....pete

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  15. Good one-! When I raise them at home, they get to a point where they follow
    you around, try to block your path,
    puff themselves up, turn blue- (and
    chase you relentlessly...)Attention hogger's- "look at me!" I am usually
    quite ready to pop them in the oven
    by Thanksgiving- Enjoy your celebration, however you arrange it!

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  16. Still smiling at the last line, and wondering why turkeys have beards. I really think you could have worked some football in here too--like maybe "personal fowl??"

    Enjoy your holiday, G-Man.

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  17. Not too much longer until visiting "Tryptophan Napland!" The turkey's directive.. lol Happy Thanksgiving, G!

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  18. I hope you enjoy your day.

    Very cute poem, but I feel sorry for the poor turkey. (Of course, I'm vegetarian.)

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  19. TWO One Shots, G-Man?

    Boy, for somebody who is supposedly 'on vacation' you're certainly a busy beaver!

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  20. Here's wishing you and your family a Happy Thanksgiving G...:)

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  21. Ah the beautiful turkey. Happy Thanksgiving! I have to wait a month before I get my dose of tryptophan.

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  22. ...and no turkey ever said to me "eat me"...maybe because i'm german and the turkeys speak only english...smiles

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