Turkey Sandwich Poem by Ruth Walters
Turkey Sandwich
Miss Jeffries was cold,
like a dry, stale turkey sandwich.
She was always in a foul mood,
curling up at the edges.
She'd pick and prod and scream
for no reason,
similar to a crazed old fowl,
spiteful, sharp spurs,
and always ruling the roost.
Ruth, PH stole comment before I was ready but DID NOT say it would be published. I'm therefore 'forced' to tediously recreate my last? comment. Rats! ! (cont.)
(cont.) 6 - a Mother Superior 7 - the head of the House of Lords 8 - a truck driver 9 - your bablysitter 10 - a neighbor OR a combination of some or all of those 1-9. : )
kind of, she was my teacher, a catholic lady who took a dislike to me....I was only 6 years old
(cont.) Let me guess. Miss Jeffries was 1 - a lesbian, before 'they' were 'allowed' 2 - your great aunt 3 - your boss 4 - a small business owner 5 - a teacher (cont.)
My teacher. I was about 5 years old or maybe I was 6, I can't remember exactly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 8:17:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I loved the poem, but I say 'no comma after Jeffries! ! ! ' 'Curling up at the edges' makes me think of wilting lettuce or a scowling face.