Tom Tipped the Cup by David R SpellmanNervous now this time of year Ol Toms been laying low Figured if hes outta sight To the oven hell not go
Wandered to the chicken coop The rooster was not home Hearing all those cackling hens Thought it better he should roam
Entered then the tanning barn Aghast and filled with fear Didn't feel like hanging 'round An empty looking steer
Clamored down the cellar steps Finding nothing there but roots Cool and dark hed found his spot Then heard approaching boots
Hurrying back to the shed Now tired and losing will Through an empty knot hole He spied a shining still
Pouring from a fiery jug Letting go a hearty laugh Thinking this a hideout good Tom tipped the cup to quaff
All afternoon he spent in there Quenching all his thirst Telling jokes and filled with song No longer feared the worst
Basting in his tasty juice Having been so strongly brewed Never had he imagined then Leftovers could still be stewed 11/12/2001 Posted on 11/12/2001 Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/22/03 at 05:43 PM The perfect poem for Thanksgiving. Very entertaining work David, and though we here in Canada celebrate Thanksgiving in October, the message has not been lost. Well done! |
Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/24/03 at 03:31 AM Great, David, it lifts my spirits and makes me look forward to our Thanksgiving activities, will lift one in honor of ole Tom. Fun read and I want to compliment you on your rhyme and rhythm, both well done, adding to the enjoyment. Physical images captured my imagination. |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/03/03 at 10:25 PM Very funny take on 'Ol' Tom'! Most enjoyable read. |
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