Thanksgiving Poem a Little Late

This Thanksgiving poem from my son was given to me too late to post on Thanksgiving, so I am sharing it today.



Remember November

Written by Tyler Wagner

Yum-yum, turkey time has come, sit on your bum and fill your tum with some treats, everyone eats and greets pumpkin pie pieces, Reese’s pudding for dessert, stomach is hurt after inserting all that food, left in a lackadaisical mood after you’ve chomped and chewed anything not tacked or glued to the table; you start to feel unstable and in labor as you turn to your neighbor and say hey do me a favor and pass the cranberries please…then you ease back in your chair, silently sitting and staring at the leftovers pairing up on the plates. You need time to deflate from everything that you ate, huffing and puffing loads of stuffing’s not the way to feel great. There’s a pouring of the masses that all pass in the streets, here to greet this autumn date and celebrate with a feast. A parade of preying hams and yams go slam a group, a coop of wild birds, a third of stationed troops. Some soup stirred in a bowl mixed in with casseroles, a mound of mashed potatoes, a pound of butter rolls. The sky becomes a wave of biscuit gravy-graves, they fly and spray their prey with decadent decay. I say this holiday is happiness hoo-ray, you say this holiday is happening today. My eyes rise to the skies, its raining apple pies, my mind is paralyzed, my sight is telling lies. Oh please be a dream is what you silently scream as you turn to the T.V. screen and see your team getting creamed. 18 to 63 is the score, a year in the Civil War, and it’s got you thinking about Abraham Lincoln and this day he created, a prayer of thanks is never outdated and always appreciated, its integrated, into our lives as a day to celebrate with some great family and friends, and till the end we’ll defend our right to overeat and defeat those hunger pains, the object of the day is to be carried out by crane. I’m sitting on the couch and my mind’s going insane, I hear a gobble gobble and my brain begins to wobble just a bit. That means it’s time to quit and drift off in a dream, unless this is the dream then everything I’ve seen was a lie. So as I close my eyes I hope to realize just what was disguise and what was living, and oh yeah by the way, have a Happy Thanksgiving!!