I'm optimistic, but I'm not stupid, so I won't even pretend to count calories on Thanksgiving. At best, maybe I'll exercise a little discretion and only eat one piece of pie. And skip the whipped cream. (I know. Such phenomenal control.)
Some years ago, when one of our kids was in middle school, I wrote a silly poem for one of the bulletin boards I'd been asked to design for the school's hallway. The senior Bush was president at that time, but with a quick presto change-o to that part of the poem, I'm gonna go with it here for an
And so, without further ado, I give you ...
There once was a turkey named Jake,
Said, "How much must we poor turkeys take?
When Thanksgiving rolls round,
We must go underground;
Why can't all those people eat STEAK?"
Now, turkeys may not be so pretty,
Can't fly, and aren't very witty,
But with a leader like Jake,
A chance they might take,
So a bunch of them left for the city.
Jake led a big march on D.C.
(The IN place for protests, you see)
"We don't want any fights.
But we, too, should have rights,
For this is the land of the free!"
Obama came out on the green
With the most turkeys I've ever seen,
Said, "The issue is not at all murky ...
Rights are for MAN and not TURKEY;
That's the way that it always has been."
Thanksgiving is special in the U.S. of A.
And turkeys are heroes, I'd like to say.
So thank the next turkey you meet on the street
For being so terribly tasty to eat
And have a great Thanksgiving Day!
Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence. Erma Bombeck
Dunno if I'll be back to post on Friday or not. (Might still be deep in the throes of digestion.) At any rate, until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.
|I YAM wishing you all a blessed Thanksgiving.|