A pinch of salt or even two
never enough, just will not do
But let it rain down, pour it on in
you'll get ulcers faster than with Mr. Clean
The sweet spot's somewhere in between ~
sodium bicarbonate and 'buttered pretzelines'
Should perchance someday Hallmark is seeking struggling bards,
To concoct witty verse for their annual Thanksgiving cards,
I think that I should like to summarily submit,
The following mots for their consideration, TO WIT:
(1) Savor the oyster dressing, giblet gravy and thigh,
The sweet pertaters, green bean casserole and punkin pie.
Hope you have a goodly supply of sodium bicarbonate,
To counter the wrenching effects of all that grub you ate!
(2) To Grandma's house, hordes of kith and kin will repair,
For delicious vittles, (if Grandpa ever ends his interminable prayer!)
May naught but love and fellowship dwell amongst you there,
As His bountiful harvest each of you cheerfully share!
(3) The Thanksgiving meal is over, the guys watch teams battle,
While women sit about the table engaged in idle prattle!
Mom's thoughts are elsewhere on how to deal with leftover turkey.
She's a genius at creating stews and soups, even turkey jerky!
(4) A Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!
Relish this time together and have a ball!
And may all with thankful hearts ever lift,
Thanks to Him, the Giver of all good gifts!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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