The Flying Turkey

Found this very cute and funny poem at Marti's blog
I don't know for sure if she wrote it, but since her profile says she is a humor columnist, I'll assume, till informed otherwise that she is the author.
I've never had such a traumatic turkey fiasco, but I once survived an attack by an exploding family-sized bag of frozen peas.

The Flying Turkey
The turkey shot out of the oven,
and rocketed into the air,
it knocked every plate off the table,
and partly demolished a chair.
It ricocheted into a corner,
and burst with a deafening boom,
then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.

It stuck to the walls and the windows,
it totally coated the floor,
there was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there'd never been turkey before.
It blanketed every appliance,
it smeared every saucer and bowl,
there wasn't a way I could stop it,
that turkey was out of control.

I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I'd never again stuff a turkey,
with popcorn that hadn't been popped.