Sorry Uncle Albert
We are so sorry uncle Albert
we will all miss your crazy Thanksgiving talk.
I am so sorry uncle
I have done nothing all day
but drift away to Never-Never land.
Peter Pan sends his regards,
but sorry to say
Tinkerbell is still mad at you.
You should have restrained your natural impulses
when she, in a low-cut costume,
leaned over that large bird,
but we do understand the temptation.
By the way uncle
your life was a carbuncle
but you cared, and we all defend
your god given right to be dumb.
We will leave an empty space for you
this coming blow-out.
Sorry uncle for this turkey song
I have nothing left to say
and you are dead and gone.
anyway.
Sorry.
~~~~
more than a not to the Beetles here.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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