I put a new poem on every Wednesday.
We sit and stare at turkey large
The turkey's size is like a barge
We wait for our sweet hostess, miss
To give the turkey a big kiss
the turkey gets a great big smooch
And Hostess Miss sits on her pooch
The pooch, it had been in the chair
From morning time to evening prayer
The little petite pooch did bark
and our sweet Hostess Miss yelled 'Hark'
She tripped and fell and met her face?
Right where? right in the turkey's place
and so we then began to eat
Thanksgiving dinner without meat