Steps of Faith

Steps of Faith

Friday, November 12, 2010

"Tom Turkey"

Happy Friday Morning....Did you know that God
sends Children to enlarge our hearts?

I had the opportunity to experience such a happening this week....Tori had to create a "Turkey" as one of her projects at school.  She brought the completed piece of art work yesterday morning for me to see...

She actually did a great job, but she made me laugh so hard...Seems that the "Tom" boy in her was at work on this project.  She did not want her turkey to look like a girl!  She wanted her turkey to look like the real "Tom Turkey"
No colored feathers for her turkey and nothing to indicate that it was a girl turkey!     
Take a look....I think she did a pretty good job!      

Now, this is one cute, happy little girl..
I'm thinking her artistic abilities must come from her Shug!  

When I was a young turkey, new to the coop,

my big brother Tom took me out on the stoop,
then he sat me down, and he spoke real slow,
and he told me there was something that I had to know.
His look and his tone I will always remember,
when he told me of the horrors of.... Black November.
"Come around August, now listen to me,
each day you'll get six meals instead of just three,
and soon you'll be thick, where once you were thin,
and you'll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin.
And then one morning, when you're warm in your bed,
in will burst the farmer's wife, and hack off your head,
Then she'll pluck out all your feathers so you're bald 'n pink,
and scoop out all your insides and leave ya lyin' in the sink.
And then comes the worst part", he said not bluffing,
"She'll spread your cheeks and pack your rear with stuffing".
Well, the rest of his words were too grim to repeat,
and as I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat,
I decided on the spot that to avoid being cooked,
I'd have to lay low and remain overlooked.
I began a new diet of nuts and granola,
high-roughage salads, juice and diet cola.
And as they ate pastries, chocolates and crepes,
I stayed in my room doing my fitness tapes.
I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half,
and tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed.
But 'twas I who was laughing, under my breath,
as they chomped and they chewed, ever closer to death.
And sure enough when Black November rolled around,
I was the last turkey left in the entire compound.
So now I'm a pet in the farmer's wife's lap.
I haven't a worry, so I eat and I nap.
She held me today, while sewing and humming,
and smiled at me and said..... "Christmas is coming..."


 Shug Sez.....

I love our little "Tom Boy".....(Tori)  and I know I'm gonna
love "Tom Turkey" too!


Mom on the go said...

Gobble, Gobble, Gobble... lots of laughs from todays blog. Very cute poem! But, poor little turkey. Love that Tori girl. I love that she wants what she wants!! I love that she is not influenced by others. And the fact that she knows what she wants because SHE likes it not because others do.

Mary Margaret Scott said...

Tori did an AWESOME job! And I love your banner pic. Is that Trista?

TDT said...

I love it! We had fun making it as a family.

marshas said...

Tori did an awesome job & love the story!!

gbearden125 said...

Good for Tori, and I also like the turkey old as I am I have never heard it! Keep up the good work.

Lindy said...

She's getting so big! Fun story :)

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