[NFBMO] my very own Thanksgiving poem

Gary Wunder GWunder at earthlink.net
Mon Nov 26 14:53:38 UTC 2018

Nice poem. How about a line or two for those who will do the cleanup?
Thanksgiving dinner is wonderful, but it takes most of a day to fix, is over
in thirty minutes, and the person or persons who fix it are left with a
mess, the party now over. It reminds me of the country song "y'all come." 

Oh Grandma's a wishin that they'd come to the kitchen to help with the
dishes by and by, and though they're aleavin, and though she's a grievin,
you can still hear Grandma say: You'lall come.

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My Very Own Thanksgiving Poem
by Nancy Lynn
To all of my friends both near and far,
To all of my loved ones. You know who you are,
Be grateful for all of that stuffing and turkey,
For some people, we know, will just have beef  jerky.
So eat all of those cranberries, potatoes and pies,
>From your mouth to your stomach, to your waist and your thighs.
And then when you're finished, go watch some football.
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.
To living room, parlor, playroom or den
Then back to the kitchen for leftovers again.
When you've eaten it all and there's just nothing left,
Stand up and salute, and give thanks to the chef.
I'm grateful for sky, for grass and for trees.
It's good that, at my age, I still have my own knees.
My bones, they do ache, and my body is flabby,
But my life is still better than the ones in Dear Abby.

I'm grateful for friends, and the ones that I love
For I know with no doubt they were sent from above.

Whenever you finish your Thanksgiving plate,
Give lots of praise. Tell the chef it was great. 

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