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I decided to get a preview of the Thanksgiving leftovers.
Anticipating the humans suffering from day-after-hangovers.
Lucky for me, someone left the frig open a crack.
I slid in there and laid down under the largest full rack.
I started on the pie, it was super delicious of course.
Save some for me yelled a voice; it sounded like a miniature Norse.
stuffing smells delicious, if there is one spice I love it is sage.
I could pig out here forever. I’ve been here an hour, I’d gauge.
The door opened slowly, and I tumbled onto the floor.
The cook in the kitchen was so angry, I got kicked out the door.
I did not care, because in each of my fists was a drumstick so round.
My fat bottom saved me as I landed squarely on November’s ground.
I’ll be back next year! I yelled to my neighbor Mrs. McFur.
She was on the phone to my mother, complaining, I am sure.
Knives and forks being sharpened for the big event
Thanksgiving feast that is too come
Turkey’s everywhere on alert wanting to avoid the Ax
Their thought of escape from the oven to being stuffed
Always the main course
Turkey’s defeat
Planning on their retreat
Turkeys are leaving town
Planning places where they can’t be found
While others are being plucked
Victims of no surrender
Turkey score
It will be a soar
Households all united in their quest of the turkey serve
Knives and forks getting set to dig in
Turkeys are venturing to places to be free
The solution being flee
Turkeys want peace, rest and comfort
The Turkeys blame of the Pilgrim’s in what they started
They couldn’t leave wellness alone
Turkeys became full blown
Pilgrim’s, look what you done
“Turkey pig out”
Holidays
Written: by Miracle Man
11-28-2019
I awoke before dawn to the sound of cold rain,
Which means most living here will be house bound.
I’m sure that on travelers this may cause strain,
But much to be thankful for can still be found.
Thanksgiving at the Wright’s is never a blowout,
For that doesn’t happen when there’s only two.
There is always ample and we usually pig out,
But on most holidays I’ve a tendency to feel blue.
Around this time of year the mail picks up,
Seems more people want what they think we possess.
The telephone starts ringing around sunup,
Coupled with past holiday’s they tend to depress.
But this soon passes as another year begins,
“If the Lord willing and the creek don’t rise..”
As for now It’s blather and political news spins,
And nothing I hear is a complete surprise.
But today we feel blessed and by God endorsed,
Having fifty-four years together and God has blessed.
Facing trials we’ve found our faith reinforced,
And we’ve viewed each one as God’s growth test.