THE TURKEY SHOT OUT OF THE OVEN

The turkey shot out of the oven
and rocketed into the air;
It knocked every plate off the table
and partly demolished a chair.

It ricocheted into a corner
and burst with a deafening boom,
Then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.

It stuck to the walls and the windows,
it totally coated the floor;
There was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there'd never been turkey before.

It blanketed every appliance;
it smeared every saucer and bowl;
There wasn't a way I could stop it;
that turkey was out of control.

I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
That I'd never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn't been popped!

- By Jack Prelutsky