Who's Giving Thanks?
he thankfully grazed on gravel and grass
then suddenly heard the deafening blast
now rests with fruits and nuts–
gravy boat floats his guts–
and sausage dressing's stuffed up his crevasse
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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