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ODE TO TOMAS
There once was a bird named Tomas “Say ‘Toh MAHS’ “ said his owner where his home was He laid for years in a drawer All potential, nothing more As his owner sewed all other things gorgeous. Tomas was a great fabric panel A beautiful turkey, not a pig, not a camel He needed only fine stitching To transform to bewitching And grace each year’s holiday table. But wait! Could it be? Yes it is! Turkey glee! She’s surveying his parts for assembly. Beautiful threads she’ll apply Layers of batting so high The plumpest of birds done so nimbly. Gold and red, orange and brown Every feather, all around He’s got goose pimples, he’s so excited Puffy, shiny and contoured, he’ll be a hit, that’s for sure We’ll call him “SIR” Tomas, as though he were knighted. There, he’s sewn inside out. Now let’s turn him about To ready him for a fine stuffing. What’s this? Where’s his head? It’s in there, instead Stuck in that batting you used, and the tufting. Get the pliers! Push! Pull! Poke and prod. It won’t budge. Who’da thunk we could have such a muddle? The gold stilleto? It broke. That’s not much of a joke. Wait! I think I’ve got hold of his wattle. Here’s his head. He’s intact. Needs repair though. That’s a fact. But his beak, beyond mending, makes her grumble. She was doing so well, then her confidence fell This event surely will keep her humble. “To the trash heap!,” she says. “No,” the Bearded One counters. “Repair him and he’ll pass inspection.” So Tomas joins the family, with his faulty assembly. As the rest of us, with much imperfection. Tomas [ATTACH=CONFIG]93903[/ATTACH] |
What a special Tomas! Great story! :lol:
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Lovely rhyming, just tuck in the edges on that beak, and put in a few hand stitches, and he will be good as new, and ready to hold his head up on Thanksgiving.
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Originally Posted by Jo Belmont
ODE TO TOMAS
There once was a bird named Tomas “Say ‘Toh MAHS’ “ said his owner where his home was He laid for years in a drawer All potential, nothing more As his owner sewed all other things gorgeous. Tomas was a great fabric panel A beautiful turkey, not a pig, not a camel He needed only fine stitching To transform to bewitching And grace each year’s holiday table. But wait! Could it be? Yes it is! Turkey glee! She’s surveying his parts for assembly. Beautiful threads she’ll apply Layers of batting so high The plumpest of birds done so nimbly. Gold and red, orange and brown Every feather, all around He’s got goose pimples, he’s so excited Puffy, shiny and contoured, he’ll be a hit, that’s for sure We’ll call him “SIR” Tomas, as though he were knighted. There, he’s sewn inside out. Now let’s turn him about To ready him for a fine stuffing. What’s this? Where’s his head? It’s in there, instead Stuck in that batting you used, and the tufting. Get the pliers! Push! Pull! Poke and prod. It won’t budge. Who’da thunk we could have such a muddle? The gold stilleto? It broke. That’s not much of a joke. Wait! I think I’ve got hold of his wattle. Here’s his head. He’s intact. Needs repair though. That’s a fact. But his beak, beyond mending, makes her grumble. She was doing so well, then her confidence fell This event surely will keep her humble. “To the trash heap!,” she says. “No,” the Bearded One counters. “Repair him and he’ll pass inspection.” So Tomas joins the family, with his faulty assembly. As the rest of us, with much imperfection. |
:D :D
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What a cute poem and a wonderful turkey.
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