Thanksgiving 2013


The bird is et
The taters 'er are gone
The lumps in the gravy don't matter.

We loved all the pie
And the berries and yams
And we've given the cook all our flatter.

Now triptaphine laden
And down for the count
We find ourselves seeking recliner.

This Thanksgiving meal
And the company we've kept
Has made the holiday all the more finer!

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