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Tom Tipped the Cup

by David R Spellman

Nervous now this time of year
Ol’ Tom’s been laying low
Figured if he’s outta sight
To the oven he’ll 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 he’d 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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