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Thanksgiving
Oh happy day
I know there’s nothing as fine,
As a Thanksgiving dinner
upon to scrumptiously dine.
We’ll eat our fill and
then some more,
Like a hungry bear needing winter
fat to store.
Then when we’re stuffed ‘till
our belly does hurt,
Some wise guy will ask
don’t you want some dessert?
We’ll unbutton our pants
before they finally pop,
Then find a comfortable
seat and just go plop.
We’ll gripe and complain
about eating too much,
But, we need one piece of pie
for the finishing touch.
There’ll be leftovers galore
won’t you stand up and cheer,
That Thanksgiving only
comes one time a year.
JRS © 11-22-99
the"Okie" Poet
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