On the First Day...
We give thanks for the fresh turkey
feast and its hot trimmings.
On the Second Day...
We bless the cold turkey sandwiches,
sloshy cranberry sauce, and hard rolls.
On the Third Day...
We praise the turkey pie and
vintage mixed veggies.
On the Fourth Day...
We thank the pilgrims for not serving bison
that first time, or we'd be celebrating
Thanksgiving until April.
On the Fifth Day...
We gobble up cubed bird casserole and pray
for a glimpse of naked turkey carcass.
On the Sixth Day...
We show gratitude (sort of) to the creative
cook who slings cashews at the turkey
and calls it oriental.
On the Seventh Day...
We forgive our forefathers and pass
the turkey-nugget pizza.
On the Eighth Day...
The word "vegetarian" keeps popping
into our heads.
On the Ninth Day...
We check our hair to make sure we're not
beginning to sprout feathers.
On the Tenth Day...
We hope that the wing meat kabobs catch
fire under the broiler.
On the Eleventh Day...
We smile over the creamed gizzard
because the thigh bones are in sight.
On the Twelfth Day...
We apologize for running out of turkey
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