Twas' the great day of Thanks and all through the land
most turkeys were in hiding, with some on the lamb.
Still, we had our own Tom, trussed up for the basting.
Just a few hours more it would be perfect for tasting.
The crispy brown skin, the juicy white meat,
send that drumstick to the kiddie table,
Young Billy called dibs on what he would eat.
The cranberries have cooked and are ready to go.
Get the dish, not the mold, as we don't "do" Jell-O.
The potatoes await their milk and their butter.
Their cholesterol count makes our hearts all a flutter.
"No worries," Mom says as she rolls out a pie,
"It's just once a year, I'm sure we won't die."
There's sugar and cinnamon, nuts and pumpkin galore!
Oh look! There's the gravy of which we will pour.
Yeast rolls, warm and golden, sit alongside the corn.
Take a place at our table as I toot my own horn.
Another year has come, a glorious feast I have set.
The very best part? I haven't killed anyone.
[I kid, I kid.]
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you from all of us in the pond.
When I say my blessings tomorrow please know I am forever grateful for all of my Tadpoles. Hope y'all have a wonderful day.
[And if you don't celebrate Thanksgiving hope your day is as wonderful as I know you are :)]