The night before Thanksgiving...

 

Twas the night before Thanksgiving

and all through the house

every creature was moving

including the mouse.

 

The pans were all hung

from the worn rack with care

they had been waiting for weeks

the food all to share.

 

Mama in her apron

and Pa in his jeans

had just cleaned all the corn

and shelled all the beans.

 

When out in the field

there rose such a clatter

Pa grabbed his ole' shotgun

to see what was the matter.

 

Away to the hilltop

the hunter he flew
with a bag full of shells
in an early evening dew

And then in a twinkling
he heard a loud gobbler
while Ma was still home
a'fixin the cobbler

Now with the big turkey
a struttin' his stuff
after working the gym
he's looking quite buff.

The hunter took aim
his shot was real bad
the turkey flew off
the hunter was mad.

He walked through the garden,
a pickin' it clean
didn't leave any veggie
not even a bean.

Back into the house
they made a big stew
a big veggie dinner
just perfect for two...

Again!

This poem was compsed in bits and pieces as the Homan family came and went during the dinner hour! Enjoy it and Happy Thanksgiving!

Lou Ann