Thanksgiving poems are predictable,
Turkey, stuffing and gravy driblets.
Yet I find it quite despicable,
No one sings the praise of giblets.
The Christmas bells are ringing!
Groovy way to make a living.
Yes, my kitchen’s really swinging,
Making Sammy’s and my Thanksgiving.
Stuff yourself with turkey, max out your credit cards.
Just walk away from me with your holiday jive,
Because the sun is out, the sky is blue,
And I am just thankful to be alive!
Carving the turkey while checking my watch,
The time between holidays is naught but an isthmus.
Quickly, break out the sweaters and light up those lights.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!