Mr. T. Speaks III

I'm still working in two voices.

"Gobble! Gobble!"
Said Mr. Turkey,
                             walking in his turkey trot.
"Gobble! Gobble!"
Said Mr. Turkey,
                            "Please don't serve me hot."


And here is the next for the counting rhyme.

On the third of November
Mr. Turkey said,
"If I color myself green
and crawl like a gator,
maybe you won't see me,
till much, much later."

   There aren't too many more days until you get to eat your turkey.  What will you eat for Thanksgiving Day?  Have fun writing a food poem today.

Mr. T. Speaks

This is a poem for two voices.

"Gobble! Gobble!"
Said Mr. Turkey.
                              "I'm running to get away."
"Gobble! Gobble!"
Said Mr. Turkey.
                              "It's almost Thanksgiving Day."



     If you could talk to Mr. Turkey what do you think he'd say?  What would he do?  Where would he go?
(I have it on good authority a lot of turkeys go to Florida for the holiday.)  Can you write the next verse, about what Mr. Turkey would say?
     Oh, I can see this developing as a counting picture book.
      On the first of November
Mr. Turkey said,
       "I think I will dye
        all my feathers red,
        then folks will think
         I'm a boa instead."

    Have fun writing your own poem today.

Becky Shillington is hosting the Poetry Friday Roundup today.  You can find links to lots more children's poetry on her blog Tapestry of Words at http://www.beckyshillington.blogspot.com
Thanks for hosting us today, Becky.