For better or worse, American influence has changed the way many holidays are celebrated overseas– Christmas, Easter, Halloween... but not Thanksgiving. No, Thanksgiving is all ours.
November 27th will be like any other Thursday in Limerick, Ireland. But here on Today's Little Ditty, Limerick Alley is serving up this kind of pub grub:
What's more, we've got an American lass with a fine Irish name to plate up some poetry on the side. I'm speaking of no other than Bridget Magee, of course.
Bridget has wide-ranging talents, as writer, poet, speaker, teacher, mom– but personally, I think of Bridget as a sister in all things ditty. With her quirky sense of humor, a pun for every occasion, and our shared tendency toward short verse, who better to make an appearance in Limerick Alley. You can read more of Bridget's work at her blog wee words for wee ones.
While I never dictate what my guests in Limerick Alley or Haiku Garden should write about, I am pleased that Bridget took it upon herself to write something appropriate for the turkey-gobbling season. For one thing, it gives me a chance to acknowledge the holiday, since next week I'll be busy wrapping up November's Ditty of the Month Club challenge.
There is someone who is not particularly happy about Bridget's choice of subject matter, however. And that would be this handsome fellow:
|"Pre-Thanksgiving Dinner" by Ian McKenzie, Flickr Creative Commons|
There once was a turkey named TyWho saw the calendar, "Oh my!Almost Thanksgiving?I want to keep living!Oh how I wish I could fly."© 2014 Bridget Magee. All rights reserved.
|"Turkey Chase" by Lars Hammar, Flickr Creative Commons|
Run away, Ty! Run away!
Thank you, Bridget, for this fun little ditty. And to all of you, whatever is on your table this Thanksgiving (or this Thursday, for my friends abroad), I wish you many blessings of the season, and hope that you know how grateful I am for your support of Today's Little Ditty. In the words of Der Bingle, I've got plenty to be thankful for.
With mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie crowding our thoughts, don't forget that there's just one week left to submit a monster-inspired haiku for Bob Raczka's DMC challenge. This week I featured my own haiku as well as monsteriffic little ditties by Penny Parker Klostermann, Susannah Buhrman-Deever, and Diane Mayr.
Tapestry of Words. Thanks, Becky, for hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup!
I love the last line. Poor guy.ReplyDelete
Every year I love seeing all the turkey complaints, and Bridget, you've written a sad one indeed. Thanks, & Happy Thanksgiving to you, & you too, Michelle. It's always a pleasure to visit Limerick Alley.ReplyDelete
So glad you feel that way about Limerick Alley, Linda. :) Happy Thanksgiving to you too!Delete
Thanks, Linda, poor Ty know too much about Thanksgiving and not enough about aerodynamics. =)Delete
There once was a turkey named TyReplyDelete
who Bridget kindly taught to fly --
he knocked all the leaves
from the top of the trees
as he was waving bye-bye!
HOORAY!!! Lovely to see Ty soar into the sunset, happily ever after. :)Delete
Oh, Tabatha, Ty was an excellent student and flew on to better pastures - where there are no calendars! Thank you for your fabulous follow up Limerick! =)Delete
Yay! I'm glad he could escape. :) Bye-bye, Ty!Delete
Oh, that Bridget is a sly one. And funny.ReplyDelete
And oh, that Tabatha is quite clever too.
Please direct our good man Ty to our house, where we'll set him a place. Only TOFURKY under our thatched roof!
Sounds like a plan, Robyn!Delete
I love Ty the Turkey's limerick lament! Poor guy... Happy Thanksgiving, Michelle!ReplyDelete
Thanks Becky... to you too!Delete
Oh my, poor Ty. You've put him in a splendid pickle, Bridget. And so glad that Tabatha came to his rescue.ReplyDelete
Happy Thanksgiving, all!
Hmmm, turkey with a side of pickle - your brilliant, Buffy! =)Delete
Thank you, dear Michelle, for featuring my Limerick today. Your lovely description and perfect pictures give Ty and I warm feelings - though mine are not from the preheating oven. You are an amazing poetry advocate and I am proud to share Poetry Friday with you. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. =)ReplyDelete
You're very sweet, Bridget-- it was my pleasure. Happy Thanksgiving!Delete
I assume your turkey is a domestic one, because the wild ones can fly! They roost in trees. I've seen them do it here in NH! Take a look at this short video: http://youtu.be/_FDg0dwMewsReplyDelete
Your limerick is great, by the way, Bridget!
You know, I was wondering about that, Diane. In my search for pictures I did find a few flying turkeys. When I lived in Needham, MA we had one visit our yard-- don't remember how he got in or out though. I guess I assumed he used the gate. ;)Delete
I love the way he says oh my. Great turkey poem, Bridget!ReplyDelete
What a team, Bridget and Tabatha! I was on such an emotional roller coaster with this post, first grieving for poor old Ty, and then elated that he'd learned to fly in the nick of time. Hehe. Thanks for the chuckles!ReplyDelete