A Thanksgiving poem - for fun!
Ideal Meal
The Thanksgiving turkey
Tasted like jerky
With lumpy potatoes
And sour tomatoes
The dressing too sodden and moist.
The rolls didn’t rise
And Mama’s sweet pies
Were bitter to taste
Gooey as paste
But in spite of it all, we rejoiced.
We thanked God above
For His bountiful love
For freedom to meet
And for food to eat
Taking time to tell God how we feel.
For even though dinner
Wasn’t a winner
We all overlook
That Mama can’t cook.
Thanksgiving is more than a meal.
The Thanksgiving turkey
Tasted like jerky
With lumpy potatoes
And sour tomatoes
The dressing too sodden and moist.
The rolls didn’t rise
And Mama’s sweet pies
Were bitter to taste
Gooey as paste
But in spite of it all, we rejoiced.
We thanked God above
For His bountiful love
For freedom to meet
And for food to eat
Taking time to tell God how we feel.
For even though dinner
Wasn’t a winner
We all overlook
That Mama can’t cook.
Thanksgiving is more than a meal.
© 2008 Donna J. Shepherd
