We're counting the hours till it's time to niblets
The tasty turkey parts we call the giblets
The mere thought of them makes our vision blurred
Yum!! That tantalizing viscera of our big ol' bird.
How sad that some experience depravity
At never reaching inside a turkey's cold cavity
And grabbing a bag with the gizzard! The liver!
Such delectable thoughts make our legs start to quiver.
Then mincing it mightily with chunks o'the neck
Got celery? And salt? And bouillon cube? Check.
We simmer the mix till the smell from the burner
Starts our noses to hurt, our stomachs to turn(er).
Because, yes, we admit we've been telling a fiblet
We get slightly ill at the thought of a giblet.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING (anyway)
An Older Dad, Down for the Count
1 day ago