Thanksgiving Blitz Part Ii
Papa grabbed his pistol,
Folks began to scatter;
Grandpa kept snoozin',
Like nothing was the matter!
There was fire and brimstone,
As we looked on in fear;
It only took a moment,
And then all was clear
The house was in shambles,
Our kitchen a mess;
Mama cried like a baby,
Can you imagine her stress?!
Scrubbin' and cleanin',
'Til the hour of dawn;
We found Uncle Benny,
Drunk on our lawn!
Papa grabbed Benny,
While I held his feet;
With a heave and a ho,
He was tossed in the street!
With a moment of silence,
There was nothing to say,
Thanksgiving was over,
They ruined our day
Mama broke a smile,
Papa teased a grin;
They sped off to the market,
And started again
Turkey and dressing,
Candied yams and more;
Pumpkin pie with trimmings,
Oh, what a feast galore!
Quietly at the table,
We bowed our humbled heads;
Papa led the blessing,
And this is what he said,...
"Thank you for the food"
"Thanks to all so dear"
"If not for Smith and Wesson",
"Those fools would still be here!!"
AMEN!
Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2013
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