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Bob Wombacher, Jr.
Her knowledge of cooking skills
Being quite murky,
She paled at the prospect
Of baking a turkey.
But she tackled the project
With patience and pride,
"To pleasure my man,"
Gushed our newly-wed bride.
So, she phoned up her mother,
As brides often do,
To pick Mama's brain
On a topic or two,
To ask about giblets
And gravy and such,
Things that young brides
May not know all that much.
And thus when the basics
Were duly explained,
The most-cogent question
Of all still pertained:
"How long should I cook it, Mom?"
Queried our bride.
The mother, thus badgered,
Was fit to be tied.
"Just one minute, honey,"
She pled, with a groan.
Her daughter said, "Thanks, Mom,"
...And hung up the phone.


Bob Wombacher, Jr., originally from Proctor, Minnesota, has lived in Page, Arizona for nearly a quarter of a century. A divorced father of three grown sons, Bob runs a business (Bashful Bob's Motel) near Lake Powell, in Page. He is a prolific humor poet and much of his work can be seen on his website.

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