Up a turkeys butt I won't be shoven
Because, there is no Turkey in the oven,
So, there is no stuffing for me to eat
No dining for me on Turkey meat.
A small hen instead is on the rotisserie grill
My Holliday dinner I still will fulfill,
My broccoli casserole is being cooked
And the lobster from Maine won't be overlooked.
No family or friends to which with I am to feast
Not even a stranger, or a pug at the least,
Though since alone I will be having my cuisine
Happily I know there are now less dishes for me to clean.
I will end the meal with a traditional pumpkin pie
But, first whip cream on it I will generously apply,
For me this a great day for good living
And I wish one and all a very Happy Thanksgiving.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happy Thanksgiving. Though no turkey but a small hen enough to refresh and thangs for all blessings.