Thanksgiving is that time of year,
When us Turkeys sweat and shake with fear.
The farmer puts his axe to the stone,
Oh the grinding! What a deafening tone.
Sweet potato pie, cornbread, and stuffing,
I can smell it all now, God, I think I’m molting!
Potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce,
They got ol’ Herb last year, oh, what a loss.
The farmer’s walking this way, my knees all a quiver!
My bald head is sweaty, my beard starts to shiver!
He comes to the fence and looks with a sigh.
Then, shaking his head, walks away, but why?
He heads for the Hogs, could this be a scam?
But no, this year, he’s taking a Ham!!
Oh, Rejoice! What a beautiful day!
That night in my roost, bowed my beak to say,
I thank you Lord, for our daily bread,
And sparing my life today, me keeping my head.
But most of all, I pray for the swine,
For his place on the platter could have been mine.
It’s the season of hearts, warm and forgiving,
What are you thankful for?
Happy Thanksgiving!




J.G.W.
11/21/07