Tortured Rhymes For Tortured Times
The horrible thing
That is spring
Gives way to summer -
Bummer!
And fall -
The word says it all -
And then the wonderful
Cold kick of winter
Which is like
Finding your stocking stuffed
With a burned-out cinder.
On Thanksgiving we
Give thanks to a
Thing unknown for
All we’ve been given -
Life, health, some wealth,
And a broadminded cynicism.
But when Bird Day arrives
We’re still murky about
Who’s the real turkey,
Readying for the season of
Cheery humbug bah,
Thee, he, she, them, it,
Or – ahem — moi?
(End)
© 2010 RS Janes. LTSaloon.org.
The Tattlesnake — Thanksgiving Prattle: Tortured Rhymes For Tortured Times Edition
Tortured Rhymes For Tortured Times
The horrible thing
That is spring
Gives way to summer -
Bummer!
And fall -
The word says it all -
And then the wonderful
Cold kick of winter
Which is like
Finding your stocking stuffed
With a burned-out cinder.
On Thanksgiving we
Give thanks to a
Thing unknown for
All we’ve been given -
Life, health, some wealth,
And a broadminded cynicism.
But when Bird Day arrives
We’re still murky about
Who’s the real turkey,
Readying for the season of
Cheery humbug bah,
Thee, he, she, them, it,
Or – ahem — moi?
(End)
© 2010 RS Janes. LTSaloon.org.