Turkey, turkey, who’ll get the turkey??? by Robin | Nov 12, 2008 | Contests, Poetry, Product Review Giveaways, Thanksgiving | 7 comments ** VOTING’S CLOSED ** And congratulations to my new friend, Amy, and my old friend, Karmyn, who after fierce battle, came away with the highest votes for their turkey odes. Snailmail your emails, girls…I’ll send those turkeys flying in your direction lickity split! Here are the five finalists in the Butterball Turkey giveaway; it was excruciating for me to have to limit the field to five! Please read the entries from the original post and you’ll see what I mean!! Thanks to all who entered…I wish I could give each of you a gift certificate for a free turkey! Poems are listed in the order they were commented (though for some reason, they were mixed up on the poll); voting will remain open until Thursday around noon. The poll lists the author’s first name and the first line of their poem. my feathered friend i see you over there, behind the fence. so trusting, so gobbly. When you hear the car you come arunnin’ the boy hops out to pet you. so sweet, so plump. our friends gather bellies expanding "mommy, have you seen Tom Turkey?" so trusting, so simple. "no, honey, I haven’t. Use your napkin, you’ve got some gravy on your chin." ~ Amy (nice irony…bless his heart!) My Love, My Love, My Butterball Oh succulent, juicy Butterball into deep love I always fall your crispy skin, your juicy wings I dive within, my true heart sings Oh Butterball, sweet holiday A flawless meal for turkey day: I think mine eyes will never see white meat as lovely as you offer me. ~ Deb (a love poem for turkeys **giggles**) November Treasures Trees rustling, the autumn sky Halo of cloud on moon or sun Afternoon game, a soft lullaby Naps on the sofa, chores not begun Kids on the sidewalk, spontaneous songs Family stories, dessert buffets Uttered forgiveness, righted wrongs Love-filled moments, love-filled days ~ Laura (an acrostic AND a rhyme scheme–double the pleasure!) There once was a bird from Nantucket Whose thighs were the size of a bucket On its backside was scrawled The name BUTTERBALL And we fear since it’s gone that Pawtucket. ~ Swampy (**snorts** paw took it!) There once was a Turkey named Fred who feared that he soon would be dead. So he grabbed a big brush some ink and with rush painted his feathers all red. "Turkeys are brown," Fred did thought "no one will see through this plot" but down came the rain and with it Fred’s gain all his hard work was for naught. In the end Fred died on his chest along with all of the rest. But at least Fred did know as his soul left to go that he was a Butterball, they’re best. ~ Karmyn (a 3-stanza limerick? 🙂 happy sighs) Facebook Pinterest Twitter Print Friendly 7 Comments Laura Salas on at Thanks, Robin, for identifying the acrostic aspect:>) Ashley @ mrs007.net on at It let me vote! Karmyn R on at WOOHOO! Thanks Robin. I can’t believe my silly little Limerick got in there. Here’s to Fred, who will be on my table this Thanksgiving!!! Amy on at Thanks Robin! How fun. I’m telling everyone! 🙂 Swampy on at Gobble. Gobble. Gobble, Gobble, Gobble. Translation: That was fun. Sandy toes on at How fun…I love those poems! -sandy toes Karisma on at I vote for Karmyn!