Today is the end of the This is the Feast blog tour with KidzBookBuzz.com.
And to wrap up this fun tour for this lovely book, I’ll have a give-away. No, you may not have my copy. I had to buy this puppy myself because the publisher was out of stock (the book is in it’s third printing–they keep selling out. Yeah!) and then I had to chase the author all the way to Buford to get the thing signed, and there ain’t no way I’m giving it up.
What kind of person would even ask such a thing, Margaret? 
But here’s what I’ll do. I’ll order you a brand spanking new copy off of Amazon, along with another of Diane’s books that she is fond of, How to Drive Your Sister Crazy.
There you go, two books for the price of one.
And here are the contest rules:
Write a poem on Thanksgiving. You can write on what you do, what you like, what you hate, what you eat, what you are thankful for…anything you want. You can be funny or you can write a tearjerker. Just tell me something about Thanksgiving.
In an interview I just read at Looking Glass Reviews, Diane said she practised rhyming by changing the words to nursery rhymes. This helped her learn rhythm. So, yeah, I’m up for it. I can do this. Here is my Thanksgiving poem to start things off:
Silly Fred Bofa, sits on his sofa,
playing his X-box live.
He blows up one foe, then two in a row,
and cries, “Next time I’ll get me five!”
Hey, I can too do that. That’s my son on Thanksgiving and every other day of the year. 
OK, I’ll try something a little more serious, this one set loosely to Wee Willie Winkie:
Father in heaven, we render thanks to you,
morning and evening, and all the long night through.
Thankful in plenty, thankful in loss,
for there is no better gift, than Christ upon the cross.
Your turn. Leave your poem in the comments.
You have until midnight, EST, Thanksgiving night. Entries will be judged by me and my stuffed, pleasantly-warmed-by-wine, brothers and sisters, and our children. Ties will be decided by my often confused and always cantankerous father. Judges’ decisions are final.
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[...] had contests with prizes (If you haven’t seen mine at All About Children’s Books, go check it out. It will go on through Thanksgiving Day, and it’s a fun one, I think.) [...]
[...] On my Children’s book blog I’m giving away a copy This is the Feast and a copy of How to Drive Your Sister Crazy, both by Diane Z. Shore. If you want to enter the contest all you have to do is write a Thanksgiving poem with the rhythm of a nursery rhyme. Go check it out. They’re addicting. [...]
Okay, I’ll play:
Turkey’s roasted nice and brown,
stuffing’s warm and tasty.
Let’s sit down. We’ll all say grace
and celebrate Thanksgiving.
(Jack and Jill).
So the contestants are about battering down the doors here at All About Children’s Books. They’ve been lining up all night waiting for a chance to get in.
Meanwhile, Sally passes the time, while she waits for the doors to open:
Hey, niggle niggle, see the jello wiggle, the turkey is tender and moist, the happy dog drooled to smell such a meal, and the whole family rejoiced.
Hey, gobble, gobble, see the mommy wobble, she ate too much pumpkin pie, the little kids laughed and ran out to play, while the father reclined with a sigh.
Oh, cool. Our first contestant snuck in while I was composing my ditties. Welcome, Margaret. I love your poem. Good luck to you with the judges next week. They are a motley bunch, unfortunately.
By the way, Margaret, your site is very cool. But you’re a real poet. Don’t think that increases your chances in THIS contest. We, the judges, have very little class and no breeding, I’m afraid.
“Hey, niggle niggle, see the jello wiggle, the turkey is tender and moist, the happy dog drooled to smell such a meal, and the whole family rejoiced.”
I should have ended with “and the whole danged family rejoiced” because it’s more beats but it fits the meter better with the stress on danged. Right? The way I originally wrote it, you have to stress AND to make it work.
I don’t know anything about poetry, I am just reading by ear. But I’d love to learn this stuff. I’d love to be able to write picture books. I LOVE picture books.
I’ll bite…pun intended…
Thanksgiving Dinner
It’s Thanksgiving Dinner
And today I won’t be thinner
Than yesterday but alas,
It won’t keep me from eating everything that is passed
In front of my face
From turkey and dressing with gravy
To sweet potatoes and casseroles I won’t say maybe
Yes is my answer; I’ll have some for sure
And when I am done, I’ll have some more.
You will serve me dessert of pie
Chocolate, pumpkin, pecan, oh my!
My eyes are bigger than my stomach I fear
But what is that I hear?
Leftovers you say
Turkey sandwiches today
I will eat it all
My waistline will not be small
Oh Thanksgiving dinner
Today I am not thinner
I can’t diet now
It will soon be Christmas; oh WOW!
Shelly Burnss last blog post..BTT – Honesty from Reviewers
Ha ha ha, very witty, Shelly. And, unfortunately, I can relate. Ugh.
I’m game. Happy Thanksgiving!
Dan and Dot
Came to the spot
Where once the pilgrims landed
Dan looked up
Then sipped his cup
And said to Dot quite candid
Here we stand
On this great land
That once was only a dream
Faith in God
Against the odds
They arrived at this scene.
God is good
They understood
And thanked Him for their blessings
Then they ate
From a full plate
Of turkey and the dressings.
Oh, Jennifer, that one is going to be hard to beat, I think. We shall see.
I have This is the Feast, but it’s a book I would love to give as a gift, so …
To the tune of Twinkle. We sing before we eat at our house, thus: a table song.
We give thanks today and raise
This our hymn of grateful praise
For the pilgrims’ journey to
A land where they could worship You
Now we join our hands and bless
Jesus in our thankfulness.
Oh, Noel! I love it! I sang every word.
Wow! Noel!
Technically, I stole the first rhyme and second phrase from For the Beauty of the Earth.
Noels last blog post..NBA Winner (Young Adult Literature)
An oyster met an oyster
and they were oysters two.
Two oysters met two oysters
and they were oyster stew!
Three tech stocks
see how they drop.
They all went up
a year ago
now plummet to zero
….and below….
Where will it stop
with the three tech stocks?
When government steps in
and takes our money
to bail out the banks
and then the big three
I seem to have lost the joy I see…..
(a poem of thanks?????)
Here’s mine. Happy Thanksgiving, all! – Donna
Ideal Meal
The Thanksgiving turkey
Tasted like jerky
With lumpy potatoes
And sour tomatoes
The dressing too sodden and moist.
The rolls didn’t rise
And Mama’s sweet pies
Were bitter to taste
Gooey as paste
But in spite of it all, we rejoiced.
We thanked God above
For His bountiful love
For freedom to meet
And for food to eat
Taking time to tell God how we feel.
For even though dinner
Wasn’t a winner
We all overlook
That Mama can’t cook.
Thanksgiving is more than a meal.
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A Short Thanksgiving Prayer
Thank God that in his perfect will
He leaves some longings unfulfilled.
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Okay it took a while, but inspiration struck it goes with Mary, Mary quite contray.
Turkey, lurkey, what a murkey
Oh how you make my waistline grow
with drumsticks, gravy and pumpkin pie.
Tonight I think my stomach will cry.
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Yikes! I go away for a day and you all come out to play.
And some of you really shouldn’t have. No, I mean, you REALLY shouldn’t have.
I must admit that I love the oyster stew one. They had oysters at the first feast, I do believe.
Ummm… Jonathan, you really shouldn’t have strained yourself man.
No, I’m kidding. Two lines. sigh. Two perfect lines. Wow! But don’t hold your breath, Bubba. The judges would have to have a LOT OF WINE in them before they give the prize to a two-lined poem that doesn’t even rhyme.
But that’s OK because Donna stepped up and gave us some wonderful feechie flavored poetry so we can let Dr. Rogers off the hook.
Noel, plagiarizing is fine, particularly if the work is already in the public domain. Extra points to you. I mean, why make up new stuff when there’s plenty of old stuff to be had for the picking?
And…uh…Molly Loo…
hate to tell you but you lost a lot more than your joy. You lost the beat, you lost the rhyme… you might as well just jump out a window, lady.
Either that or straighten up and get with the program.
You are the Potter, I am the Clay
Thank you, God, for making me poor,
so that I could learn to appreciate what I have.
Thank you for hard work,
which teaches me the value of rest.
Thank you for illness,
giving me a true empathy for others.
Thank you for difficulty,
placing before me opportunities to grow.
Thank you for weakness,
forcing me to draw on your unfailing strength.
Thank you for mistakes I’ve made,
causing me to seek your wisdom.
Thank you, God, for who you are,
and who you’ve molded me to be.
Jack Turkey was very lean.
His wife was very round.
For everywhere that Mary went,
she ate potatoes by the pound.
It’s about that time of year again
When we stuff ourselves to the brim
We dream of the perfect turkey and then
Plan for all the tasty trim
Cooks bustle hastily the night before
Getting everything just right
Mashed potatoes, green beans, cranberries, and more
To the food enthusiast’s delight
On the morning of this gluttonous day
The children run free and prance
Athletic wannabes watch and pray
For their teams to have a chance
Things seem to be going just as planned
It’s almost time to eat
Table set, waiting to be manned
This is going to be such a treat
Then heads turn with worry when they hear
“Oh SHOOT!” with a deafening cry
Dad pauses a moment and puts down his beer
Mom screams, ”THE TURKEY’S TOO DRY!!!”
Shrugging he goes back to the couch
“That’s no reason for you to get mad,
Just fix it and stop being a grouch”
Mom says, “Shut up or it’ll really get bad.”
Then all of a sudden her stomach gives a growl
With all this cooking, she forgot to eat
Kids looking in the distance, on the prowl
Waiting to be filled with meat
Dad grabs the electric carver he got
As a Christmas gift last year
Everything’s right, because all that was sought
Was finally drawing near
Heads bow, amens echo
Then faces fill with glee
They smile at each other, because they all know
This is how life was meant to be
Remember, things may not always go as planned, but I guarantee there are many people out there who are worse off than you. Be thankful and happy for what and who you have in your life!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING~!