Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving
Let’s have a little fun…
Twas the night before Thanksgiving
and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring – not even a mouse.
The tables were arranged with obsessive care
In hopes that the relatives would be happy there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
Battered and traumatized from the many times that Mommy said….
Do not make a mess – don’t touch that it’s clean!
The Mommy worked hard to not be too mean.
and Mamma in her sweat pants
and Daddy in his hat
Were never going to get
Their much deserved nap.
When from the kitchen there arose such a clatter
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the pantry I flew with a dash.
Threw open the door and let out a gasp.
When what to my exhausted eyes should appear
but a bad little pug with no morals or fear
Doing the best that she knew how to do
To hoist her fat self to the top shelf of food.
She was little and feisty and naughty and quick
I knew in a moment that I never should kick.
More rapid than eagles my coursers they came
and suddenly words came out of my mouth much too horrible to name!
At this point I am not sure that I remember the song
Plus there is still much to do and my rhyme is too long.
I will gladly exclaim as I turn off the light
Happy Thanksgiving to all
and to all a good night!