Run for your lives
A couple of years ago, my Mother decided to make Thanksgiving Dinner
Eat at your own risk as you enter
Now this was a choice that wasn’t wise
But if I have offended I will gladly apologize
My Mother made the meal that didn’t settle being for real
A Turkey that looked like it would rather fly
Yet the Guest observation in not wanting to try
A table that looked like it couldn’t hold any more food on it
To top it off, my Mother made biscuits that seemed more fitting for Yankee Stadium
Those biscuits were hard to eat
Now you would think we would have retreat
However, when my Mother announced she made biscuits, my Grandfather said “Oh No”
As for me, I just went along with the flow
My Grandfather stated he rather have bread instead
Well the meal went on but think “SOS”
SAVE OUR STOMACH’S
For dessert, my Mother made a cake that looked like a life preserver
But I wasn’t about to come down with any ship
Yet my stomach felt like all to shore with the thought in be uncomfortable in not being sure
Pepto Bismol became my dear friend
When my Grandparents and I got home, we competed on who was getting to the bathroom first
I won out
Now my story was something to talk about
Food for thought
After all that, I had to be a sport
I lived to tell it all
It happened and I saw
A Thanksgiving past I will never forget
Now eating that food now that was truly a regret
I would continue, but I will just let.