Friday, March 23, 2007

Holiday Dinner

By Ernestine Cobern Beyer

Sing ho for the turkey of pleasant renown,
Sing ho for the stuffing, deliciously brown,
Sing ho for the gravy, potatoes, and greens,
And ho for the cranberries, biscuits, and beans!

Sing ho for the celery, salad, and pickles,
And ho for the cider that tingles and tickles!
Sing ho for the walnuts and jellied preserves,
And ho for the pudding that grandmother serves;

Sing ho for the cookies fresh out of the range,
And ho - I mean WHOA! Don't you feel a bit strange?

From Read Me a Rhyme, Please!

(linked to the right:)

4 comments:

Barbara said...

That's perfect, Rhapsody. My mother the poet would be as pleased as I am. Thank you!
Ernestine's daughter

Anonymous said...

The first thing I thought of was Winnie the Pooh. Sing ho for the life of a bear...

Anonymous said...

What a delightful and perfectly timed poem!

Thomas said...

I had the same thought as Anonymous! Beyer and Milne have a lot in common!

CVA

Pier One

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