When The Preacher Comes To Dinner
The following is a version of an old Cottonseed Clark poem, entitled...."When the preacher comes to dinner" With Thanksgiving coming up in a few days, I thought I'd share it with you all:
Many, many years ago, when I was just a lad
I recall the simple life, and the pleasant times we had
Thanksgiving Day especially, when church would let out soon
There'd be that turkey dinner, that very afternoon
I remember one Thanksgiving, and it was understood
Preacher's comin' for supper, so all you kids be good
We'd smelled that turkey all day long, the pies and coffee cake
Mama's homemade biscuits, and everything else she'd bake
We all helped set the table, the preacher came at four
We all sat down together, and I was hungry "fer shore"
For just a slice of turkey, I'd surely have walked a mile
But the preacher, he just sat there, and visited awhile
He rambled on 'bout this and that, and you could smell that dressing
I thought he'd talk forever, when finally came the blessing
He blessed our home and family, he blessed the wine and meat
My belly growled and grumbled, 'cause I was wantin' to eat
He blessed the turkey and gravy, the cranberry sauce and yam
He blessed the corn and black-eyed peas, and then he blessed the ham
He blessed the beets and taters, he blessed the biscuits too
My nose was only inches away, from Mama's homemade stew
He blessed the church, blessed the deacons, blessed the congregation
He blessed out town, blessed the state, and then he blessed the nation
The smell of food was gettin' me, my mouth began to drool
As he blessed O'Leary's newborn calf and cousin Bessie's mule
My hunger pains were killin' me, to my fork I held on tight
He blessed the dog, he blessed the cat and everything else in sight
If I'd ever been so hungry, I couldn't remember when
But I breathed a sigh of pure relief when he finally said "Amen"
I got me some of everything, and heaped it on my plate
And that Thanksgiving dinner was the best I ever ate
But one thing I was sure of, I couldn't get no thinner
If I have to eat at OUR house, when the preacher comes to dinner
....................Happy Thanksgiving y'all............
- -- Posted by outtathere on Mon, Nov 24, 2008, at 10:35 AM
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- -- Posted by outtathere on Tue, Nov 25, 2008, at 10:15 AM
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- -- Posted by Jacknife on Wed, Nov 26, 2008, at 9:48 AM
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