Thanksgiving Doggerel

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©  2019 Mollie McKibbon

Mama’s in the kitchen

And dinner smells so good,

We’re sent to set the table

As all hungry children should.

We’ve folded all the napkins

And pulled up all our chairs.

Papa is so famished

He rumbles like the bears.

The potatoes have been mashed, 

And the carrots have been creamed,

The turkey bursts with stuffing, 

And the onions have been steamed.

As we sit around the table

With our relatives galore,

Papa says the shortest blessing

Than he’s ever said before.

Our eyes are on the kitchen,

With our napkins tucked to chins,

When Mama brings the platter

And Papa starts to grin.

The turkey smells delicious

As she wafts it by our nose,

And all of us together

Are curling up our toes.

There’s a leg for my big brother,

A wing for my dear sis,

And another leg for mother

While Papa takes some breast.

After all my aunts and uncles

Have each made their own pick,

There’s hardly any turkey left

For me to get a lick.

Because I am the youngest,

When the turkey has been cut,

I’m lucky if I end up with 

What’s on the turkey’s butt.

The Festive Punch

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The Festive Punch
© 2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

It is my solemn duty,
Perhaps you have a hunch –
To guard the buffet table
Lest Grandpa spikes the punch.

Now, I have my eyes upon him
Though he thinks he’ll call my bluff,
But when he saunters near me
I’ll confiscate the stuff.

Last year it was a shambles;
Our Christmas wasn’t fun,
The punch was 50/50
Apple cider – moonshine rum.

Uncle Ed began addressing
The stuffed muskie in the hall
And Aunt Hilda started swatting
Invisible spiders on the wall.

Cousin Sam was jitterbugging
With the hat-tree in a twirl,
And Papa kept insisting
Father Patrick was a girl.

My mom was apoplectic
And my sister was in tears.
When our pup set up such howling
I had to plug my ears.

So this Christmas’ll be different,
Of that you can be sure,
‘Cause Mom’s paying me a fiver
To keep the punch secure.

Easter Crafts for 2017

Before every holiday and every special day such as “Mother’s Day” our little church crafting group make some special crafts to deliver to the local nursing home.  Here are some of the things we made for Easter this year:

Easter Crafts for the Manor 2017

In the photo above are some ribbon woven crosses, paper plate bunny faces, paper plate Easter Bonnets, tulip cups filled with chocolate eggs, and Easter cards.

More Easter cRafts 2017

We set aside three hours on a Saturday before the holiday to make the crafts and we supply our own materials – usually easily obtained from our local dollar store.  It is a time of fun creativity for us and a labour of love.  The crafts are well-received.

Another lot of crafts for Easter 2017

A Poem for My Grandchildren

I wrote this poem before I had any grandchildren but, I have added it to a book of poems I have written for them.

Bathtub Blues

© 1998 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

There’s a hippo in our bathtub

And he’s used up all the soap.

He swallowed it so quickly

I can only see the rope!

He’s singing in our shower

And messing up the floor.

I know that Mom will holler

When she walks in the door.

And then, I’ll be in trouble

Because, the problem is

Hippos are known , like bubbles,

To quickly turn “invis”!

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