Paradox Lake - Thanksgiving 1972

Corny: I haven't used real butter In years Only eat this fake crap now the Colorful plastic tub Slather it on the baked potatoes All you like Won't hurt you none as a left eye Twitched some His gleaming mouth stretched, greasy rictus His wife Jo either laughed Or sneezed The family mutt stared Up at me A faint growl hissing through Bared incisors I was really only concerned for My Alma and The kids, this being Thanksgiving And all Me only caring to deliver Them to A dementedly safe family feast Late in The afternoon we'd hit some awful, icy Weather on the way upstate to Uncle Skippy's And spun the Jeep into A ditch. Corny was nice enough to invite us To his place Wife's got turkey on the table you're Welcome, join us It seemed our host was the lone tow Truck driver In Paradox Lake, he'd explained, There wouldn't Be anybody around to fix The vehicle Till near Saturday and I a Little hesitant To accept his hospitality until He argued Hell, Where else you gonna go? © 2017 Michael Jones