Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #116
The Turkey Was Missing
by Belinda Roddie
The turkey was missing from the oven,
and my mother was about to throw a
fit looking for it, so I proposed that
we round up the usual suspects. Well,
surprisingly, my dog's breath did not smell
of bird, so that typical ending was
scratched off the list. My father was vegan,
my aunt not a fan, and my sister too
absorbed with her cellphone to snatch a whole
turkey from a hot appliance. Not quite
successful with catching the culprit, I
knocked on the bathroom door to find my drunk
cousin gnawing on the half-chewed carcass,
gin on his breath. He'd never had much class.
by Belinda Roddie
The turkey was missing from the oven,
and my mother was about to throw a
fit looking for it, so I proposed that
we round up the usual suspects. Well,
surprisingly, my dog's breath did not smell
of bird, so that typical ending was
scratched off the list. My father was vegan,
my aunt not a fan, and my sister too
absorbed with her cellphone to snatch a whole
turkey from a hot appliance. Not quite
successful with catching the culprit, I
knocked on the bathroom door to find my drunk
cousin gnawing on the half-chewed carcass,
gin on his breath. He'd never had much class.
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