Everything is ready
And now it is time
You brace yourself for the treasure
Waiting she growls in protest
I look down to see a rumbling grumbling stomach
“You have got one serious appetite”
“Get on with it,” she cries
I take a deep breath
And shut my eyes
I hear a beat “Oh no, not my heart too!”
I think I’m turk-in out
“You mean, chickening out says a voice”
But I don’t I beg for a chariot to take me away
Why didn’t I have a fairy godmother?
Oh even a pumpkin would be enough
Maybe just one peek
I have never had such meat
I see out stretched arms
The poor bird is gone
Yet I am relieved
I grab a piece of bread instead.
By Jemima Robins
Jemima Robins is a college student in Northeast America. Her hobbies include reading, painting, and gardening. Jemima’s favourite part of Thanksgiving is spending time with her family (certainly not the turkey)! She wrote this poem poking fun at her dislike of turkey, during Thanksgiving.