A CHRISTMAS TRADEGY

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A CHRISTMAS TRADEGY

 

It was early Christmas morn I was up but not awake

The coffee helped a little for I had food to bake

The turkey was defrosted and the giblets I did take

For they belonged to the dogs for goodness sake

 

I washed them clean liver, gizzard, heart and neck

I even threw in the tail thinking what the heck

Besides we would never eat it, I ain't no redneck

 

All in the pot, heated to a boil soon it would be in a dog

At last I can sit and rest though I should go out and jog

The pot doth boil cooking the meat and it begins to swell

How long will it take to cook through and through I cannot tell'

 

Then a scratch at the door and a whine by one, no two no three

I had heard that sound before those dogs were warning me

- - to Come and open the door

 

Something was wrong but I was too tired to get up and see

What ever it was - - it couldn't concern me

 

but the whine was now a howl

I went to the door and three dogs rushed in and pointed to the pot

Their pitiful moans caused me to get up and walk to the stove

 

And behold the giblets were burned to a crisp not fit for a dog

Their heads hung down no wag in their tail only a forlorn wail

Each in turn looked sadly at me and left me alone scraping the pot

They being downcast, looking so sad, for DRY dog food was all they got.