tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post6991086023392379007..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Saturday October 12th, 2013Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-79355353866076930892013-10-21T14:46:51.619-07:002013-10-21T14:46:51.619-07:00Greg - it was indeed. Turns out? He friggin' l...Greg - it was indeed. Turns out? He friggin' loves turkey. I'm surprised he's not crawling around gobbling at this point.<br /><br />Ugh, the 'himself' should totally go. I couldn't figure out why it wasn't flowing the way I wanted it to... so thanks for that.<br /><br />Love yours. So much. Can just imagine the clueless turkey wandering around :DMarchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-63192077694826675212013-10-13T00:26:29.278-07:002013-10-13T00:26:29.278-07:00I think, from what you've written so far, that...I think, from what you've written so far, that this would be Max's first Thanksgiving dinner – did he enjoy it?<br />Heh, that's a funny little poem today! A thought about it though – do you need the "himself" in the last line? It doesn't quite seem to fit the metre to me, and I think it's clear from the poem already that it's the turkey thinking.<br /><br /><b>The turkey</b><br />The turkey hid where the cranberries grow,<br />and then she hid in the sage.<br />Then she hid in the vegetable patch,<br />unaware of the irony made.<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com