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| Everyday Thanksgiving Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings, thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf. Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see. Many are blind. Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you Lord, that I have the strength to rise. There are many who are bedridden. Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud, thank you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are lonely. Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced, thank you, Lord, for the food we have. There are many who are hungry. Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous, thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work. There are many who have no job. Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for life. Now thanks be to God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ. |
| Twas The Night Of Thanksgiving Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn't sleep I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep. The leftovers beckoned-- the dark meat and white, but I fought the temptation with all of my might. Tossing and turning with anticipation, the thought of a snack became infatuation. So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore. I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes, pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes. I felt myself swelling so plump and so round, till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground. I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees....... happy eating to all---pass the cranberries, please! |
| Thanksgiving Is Over Thanksgiving is over, all the eating is done. Will anyone eat more? At the point of a gun. The Turkey's gone cold, the gravy is sludge. And we're all too tired, from our asses to budge. But, Ho what is this? Something special's in store. For the malls open early, three hours, or more. In all our excitement, we passed o're one thing. All the stores out there waiting, for their registers to ring. So, it's off to the mall, at some ridiculous hour, Fasten your seatbelts, and turn on the power. To Macy's, to Penney's, to Sears, we will run, To pick up their specials, This is supposed to be fun? And when the day's over, and our money's been spent. We won't have a spare nickel, Till sometime in Lent. |
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| The Last Turkey When I was a young turkey, new to the coop, My big brother Mike took me out to the stoop. Then he sat me down, and he spoke real slow, And he told me there was something that I had to know. His look and his tone I will always remember, When he told me of the horrors of ...... Black November. "Come about August, now listen to me, Each day you'll get six meals instead of just three". "And soon you'll be thick, where once you were thin and you'll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin." "And then one morning, when your warm in your bed, In will burst the farmers wife and chop off your head." "Then she'll pluck out all your feathers, so you're bald 'n pink And scoop out all your insides, and leave ya lyin in the sink." "And then comes the worst part." he said not bluffing "She'll spread your cheeks and pack your rear with stuffing." Well the rest of his words were to grim to repeat I sat out on the stoop like a winged piece of meat. And decided on the spot that to avoid being cooked I'd have to lay low and remain overlooked. I began a new diet of nuts and granola High roughage salads, juice and diet cola. And as they ate pastries, chocolates and cakes I stayed in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes. I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half and tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed. But twas I who was laughing, under my breath As they chomped and they chewed ever closer to death. and sure enough when Black November rolled around I was the last turkey left in the entire compound. So now I'm a pet in the farmers wife's lap I haven't a worry so I eat and I nap. She held me today while sewing and humming And smiled at me and said.... "Christmas Is Coming". |
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