Thanksgiving Day At My House
by M. David Lutz on 18 September 2007 ©
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Thanksgiving Day is that special time
When giving the bird isn’t a crime
We’ve got a turkey and a fruit cake
Which is my Uncle Jim and my Aunt Kate
Grandpa Jones drinks too much wine
Passing out before dinner time
Men and boys watch the football game
Women cook, gossip and complain
I haven’t eaten all day long
My stomach thinks that’s just plain wrong
It won’t be ready in time for lunch
I’ll die soon without something to munch
Food in the kitchen that’s what I seek
I opened the door to take a peek
My intrusion was swiftly greeted
By mother’s threats so I retreated
Due to this imposed depravation
No doubt I’ll succumb to starvation
A morsel a crumb, how much longer
If I don’t eat soon I’m a goner
“Dinner’s ready” announces my mother
Just in time or I’d eaten my brother
With eyes closed, and heads bowed in blessing
I stuff my mouth with some cornbread dressing
Plates and bowls start moving everywhere
I grab a leg while one was still there
Thanksgiving Holiday is hard to beat
With leftovers left over for us to eat.
“This is the way we should always dine!”
Mom said, “No way, quick pass me the wine!”
