Let there be turkey!
Potatoes, and pie; stuffing,
gravy - piled on high.
Gather round those you
love, or at the very least,
those who will feed you.
Thanksgiving? I thought
we skipped it ; went straight from Hal-
loween to Christmas.
WHO NEEDS CRANBERRIES?
Never liked those. And they don’t
go well with gravy.
Light the candles! Pour
the wine. The turkey’s
still fro-
zen. Who wants more
wine?
And, Grandpa will eat
his meal, sit down in his chair,
unbutton his pants.
Let us be thankful . . .
for this meal and, also, for
elastic waistbands.
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