by Katherine M
Click, click
On the sidekick
The whiff of the turkey
The air of the dance feels perky
The smell drifts into my nose
Here it goes
My feet like a hurriance
Traveling to the kitchen on the train
My mother chops vegetables like a robot
My father assists her a lot
By checking the turkey's fever
A killer's cleaver
"Food," my little niece signs
Altogether, we're ready to dine
November 25, 2008
Submission date : 2008-11-25
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