Saturday, November 15, 2014

Tom is up and coming

I am thankful for my sense of humor, which gets me through most days.

SNOW on the way. Now isn't that funny?!


I have a date with Tom.
His broad chest makes me smile.
I'm going to oil his skin
and massage his pecs a while.

I'll get his juices flowing
and really make him hot.
Then, I'm going to grab his giblets
and cook them in a pot.

My husband's going to carve him
and serve him on a platter,
Don't think that we are crazy;
for nothing is the matter.

Feast Day's fast approaching and
soon old Tom will be a roasting!
Snow is causing  me to panic
and I might be a little manic.

8 comments:

Cathy C. Hall said...

Hahhahahaa! I do so love your sense of humor,Linda!

Bookie said...

Love the poem, Linda! Wish I had been motivated for something funny. You know how I am taking this cold and snow business!!!! I am edgy and cranky and....
Inside sheetrock dust, my life in boxes, and work not going fast. I could have used the seasonal 60 of November for a couple more weeks before confinement! You might have to look for me in a straight jacket by February!

Sioux said...

For a minute, I thought you ditched Bill for a hunk named Tom...Oh well, there's always tomorrow.

Lynn said...

Ha, loved the poem! Also like reading about the microwave and back in the day... you tell such vivid stories.

Val said...

For some reason, this makes me think of the opening scene of Dirty Dancing, when Baby is in the car doing a voice-over. Except it's Tom laying in a roasting pan:

"That was the autumn of 2014, when everybody thought of me as just another piece of meat, and it didn't occur to me to mind."

Daisy said...

Haha! Very clever. :)

Susan said...

So you got a date with Tom
And his broad chest makes you smile?
Better grab those giblets now
Or he'll run for quite a mile.

Ol' Tom is one smart bird
And he's making a big wish.
He's introducing roast beef
So he won't end on your dish.

He's even started praying.
I can hear his gobble now.
Out in the country barnyard
He's hiding behind a cow.

"Oh Lord, can you hear me?"
Ol' Tom is pleading til he's blue.
"On Thanksgiving Day this year dear God,
Can you give Linda and Bill the flu?"
hee hee Susan



Janet, said...

Fun poem, Linda!