“BIRD-BRAIN”
Her knowledge of cooking skills,
Being quite murky,
She  dreaded the prospect
Of baking a turkey.
But she tackled the  project
With gusto and pride.
"To pleasure my man,"
Gushed our newly-wed bride.
So, she called 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 of which 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.