Remember It's November, Then It's December

“ Remember it's November, then it’s December” Old Tom was a fellow; who carried some weight; It’s the first thing you noticed; by the style of his gait. He talked to the women; he talked to the men; He told all his stories; again and again. Back in the old days; he claimed he could fly; But you could tell he’s too heavy; by the size of his thighs. The widow Mrs. Ball; complained and she muttered; While eating her corn meal; deep fried and buttered.. She lost her good husband; to the pick of the draw; She hated the choosers; she hated them all. A state of confusion; was causing a mess; Someone was going; but who they can’t guess. The guys and the ladies; were counting the days; It now was November; and life was a haze. There on the ranches; and out on the farms; The demon comes dancing; with death in his arms. Living in fear; it’s no way of living; And the worst of it all; is they called it Thanksgiving. Life as a turkey; you eat till you die; Then you’re served up for dinner; with hot apple pie.