Wishbone Wish
The turkey this year was so great,
the wishbone lay there on the plate.
I won the big part
and wished from my heart;
“Please, grandad, don’t start a debate!”
He didn’t hear me, I am guessing;
said, “is it stuffing or dressing?”
We fed him with wine,
which made him supine;
that, was our Thanksgiving blessing!
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