We tried something different this year A Thanksgiving day buffet I really like the leftovers though So I lined my pockets with cellophane
To justify my actions As I stood in line With the twenty bucks I was payingΒ Β Would a little take out be such a crime
Being a master of illusion I pointed and said is that Santa Claus While everyone was looking I filled my back pockets with cranberry sauce
Things were running rather smoothly As we moved along I was stuffing everything from giblets to gravy down my drawers As if there was nothing wrong
With tomorrows lunch now in my pockets I went back to the table to dine Forgetting the cranberry sauce in my rear as I sat I squirted the lady behind me in the eye
Her husband jumped quickly into action He was a mountain of a man We'll just call him Everest I didn't have time to catch his name
He picked me up and started shaking That's when my stuffing's came flying out Tomorrows meal went everywhere Splattering the entire dining crowed
There was quite a ruckus As we chased around the restaurant It's going to be hard to get my leftovers back Now that I've lost my air of nonchalant
As we were knocking over tables I got the idea to grab peoples plates Not wanting to be a spoiler of the holidays Out the door I hollered back
Have a Happy Thanksgiving Day!
You'll be happy to know this is my last Thanksgiving poem...Now it's time to add some crazy to Christmas! Yay!