A Poultry Sum
By Maurice Denis
“There is no excellent beauty
that hath not some strangeness
in the proportion.”
Thanksgiving Day, her goose was cooked,
Although she served a turkey.
For wagging tongues were quickly hooked
On matters best left murky.
Before the feast of foods began,
A fouler frenzy started.
As clan connected, hand in hand,
They offered grace half-hearted.
Backhanded compliments were served
With every dish she carried.
They simply sat, sneered and observed –
This family she had married.
She knew not how she’d come to cope
With holiday attendance –
But harbored still a hungry hope
To end their codependence.
For years she tuned out petty word
From kinfolk of her mate.
Till finally, she flipped the bird
But not upon a plate.
Posted for a variety of prompts:
Catchwords (Sir Francis Bacon quote)
Easy Street Prompts (“before the feast”)
Heads or Tails (“autumn memory”)
Monday Poetry Train (poem/s)
Simply Snickers (“hands, “hope” and “how”)
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