From Ron, of course.
The turkey was plump.
In those instant potatoes
We found not one lump.
The creamed corn was delish.
The yams were so sweet.
The ham was quite tasty.
Cranberries, a treat.
The biscuits were perfect.
The gravy just so.
The meal was a triumph,
A feast, don’t you know.
Two pies topped it all off,
One lemon meringue.
A pumpkin with whipped cream
Was quite just the thing.
We all drank fresh coffee
And loosened our pants
Our stomachs the size of
A bull elephant’s.
We all swore to never
Eat that much again.
We’re all starting diets
To lose at least ten.
Tomorrow it’s oatmeal
For breakfast, we vow.
“And salads for lunch,”
We all say, at least now.
But I see that turkey
Sliced up so precise
Just waiting for mayo
On white bread, how nice!
The dark meat all stripped off
The carcass, now cold
To be baked in a pasta
And cheese casserole.
For days I’ll be eating
From leftover store
‘Til I can’t look a yam
In the face any more.
But four weeks from today
There will be a repeat
Of that exact same meal
And we’ll all overeat.
I always looked forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas Day when I was a young lad. The whole family would get together for a turkey dinner where back then, when I was a young lad, I could eat seconds and thirds. Besides pumkin pie, which I didn’t like, we would also have banana cream pie and chocolate cream pie. My sister cooks her Thanksgiving and Christmas feast almost the same way as the family feast way back then, but she usually bakes fresh bread and bakes an apple pie. She also makes a cranberry relish. She’s down at Fort Rucker, in Alabama with her son and his new wife. I’m eating at Michael’s and Cindy’s.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Happy Thanksgiving to Denny and all those who visit here to enjoy his wit and wisdom.
What the inbredredneck said.
Happy thanksgiving to one & all except for ….Obama Pelosi , Reid & the asshats that voted for them!
I`ll be at my middle daughters house for dinner then off to my Camp in the Allegheny Forest for deer hunting.
Dudley,
Deer camp in the PA Allegheny Mtns for deer camp.
What a memory you brought to me.
Long ago my late Father & Uncles had their deer camp near Kennerdell, PA and when I was a lad, long ago, Dad drug me & my brother along.
I learned how to hunt deer & field dress them there. It seemed one of them would bag a buck the first day as it was a contest between them and the losers had to cook chow the first night.
What memories from long, long, ago. Thanks.
A very Happy Thanksgiving to you Denny and to all who follow your blog!
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Happy Thanksgiving to Denny and every one of the Grouchy clan.
Happy Thanksgiving, Denny!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanks Giving to you and all who visit here. May none of you fall victim to over eaters anonymous no matter how much you consumed. And a Prayer of Thanks to the GOD who has given us so much. May he number Barry’s days. May history not be kind to him, and remember him as One Big Assed Mistake America.