The turkey shot out of the ovenand rocketed into the air,it knocked every plate off the tableand partly demolished a chair.
It ricocheted into a corner andburst 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 turkeywith popcorn that hadn't been popped.
- By Jack Prelutsky
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