Thanksgiving

 

 

Taw’s the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn’t sleep,                                                                                      I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.          The leftovers beckoned, the dark meat too                        I fought the temptation, with all of my might.       Tossing and turning, with anticipation that night            The thought of a snack became infatuation                   So I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door                  And gazed in the fridge full of goodies galore.                 I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,                                                                                                                                                Pickles carrots, and beans galore,                                                                                                  The little cranberries dripping down my chin                                                                                                           Stained my night gown shirt, but I didn’t care,                I slurped a pile of dressing, gobbled down a turkey thigh,  Dribbled grapes devoured more pumpkin pie until, I felt myself swelling, so plump and so round         Until all of a sudden, I rose off the ground and crash      Through the ceiling, pass, the cranberries, please!           May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump,   May your potatoes and gravy have nary a lump,            May your pies take the prize,                                        May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs,   May this special night have a thankful heart and      May all your Thanksgivings be devoted for to dine!        Later, you wake up beside your old love, the one who      Had any conditions, and the one who waited you out.                                                                                      This is life’s way of letting you know that you are lucky.  It won’t make you smart so you’ll have to settle for lucky.                                                                           Because you were born at a good time.                    Because you were able to listen when people spoke to you.                                                                                  Because you stopped when you should have and started again.   

So life lets you have a sandwich, and pie for late night dessert.  

Pie for the dog, as well. Then life sends you back to bed,  To dreamland, while outside, the starfish drift through The channel, with smiles on their pore marked faces They head out to deep water, and the boundless sea.                                                                                          All the other turkeys just gobble, gobble on.                    I'm silent, and I act as if my gobbler's gone.                    Everyone is thankful on Thanksgiving Day.           Friday it’s forgotten. You all go on your way                    I know what thankful is so listen when I say                 It's great to be a turkey,                                                   After Thanksgiving Day.

DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.