A Thanksgiving Tale

‘Twas Thanksgiving morning and all though the house
No one would help her, not even her spouse

The turkey was tucked in a roaster with care
In hopes to be cooked before company got there

The children were downstairs jumping on their beds
While she stood in the kitchen, kneading some bread

She hollered downstairs with dough on her hands
“You kids knock it off! Do you understand?”

From somewhere behind her there arose a clatter
Where the cat was now eating from the cheese platter

She took off her shoe and threw it in a flash
The cat ran away, under the chair he dashed

She began to mumble and she started to mutter
Cursing out loud when she couldn’t find the butter

The cream cheese was moldy, the Jell-o wouldn’t set
The in-laws were coming and she hadn’t showered yet

Hubby watched football while she cooked and slaved
He wouldn’t have noticed if the kitchen were ablaze

She glared at him and thought hateful thoughts
Would it have killed him to stir just one lousy pot?

The kids ran through the kitchen; she called them some names
Threatening harm if they didn’t behave

With flour on her face and goop in her hair
She looked a fright, but didn’t really care

The breadcrumbs were ready to season and stuff
With any luck, she’d made just enough

Clean up to her elbows in raw turkey bird
A knock at the door was soon overheard

The in-laws stood smiling upon her doorstep
They were hours early and the floor wasn’t swept

They stood there aghast, looking around
When into the room the dog came with a bound

He jumped on their coats with his muddy old feet
Then raced to the kitchen for something to eat

Across the slick tile, around the corner he ran
Where he began eating from the spilled garbage can

She let out a sigh that was quite loud and long
Thought to herself “What else could go wrong?”

When all of a sudden the smoke alarm squawked
She’d forgotten to take the pie out at 10 o’clock

Smoke rolled through the room, circling their heads
She fought the urge to cry and go back to bed

She pulled herself together and went back to toiling
Made a new pie, set the taters to boiling

With the kitchen cleaned and burnt goodies tossed
She labored on salads and cranberry sauce

The morning was gone, noon had long passed
Dinner was ready. Finally! At last!

Under the table, the cat got sick on the floor
How could one mom possibly take anymore?

The in-laws ate fast, claiming “no room for pie”
Grabbed for their coats and said their good-byes

As they drove out of sight Mom gave a cheer
“I’m so thankful this day comes just once a year”

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