The rumors say there is STILL some turkey left in this country! This
is the last 'Thanksgiving' joke, I swear! The Christmas / Chanuckah
Bonanza is coming up!
LadyHawke
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A NOTE: I am completely overwhelmed by the response I've gotten
from you, my Friends and Subscribers. Nothing could be compared
to my "sneezing" and getting a "Bless you!" from all over the world!
I am still reading the 'get well or else' letters. I am very grateful! - ^v^
"The 12 Days of Thanksgiving..."
(or what seems like years) (Submitted by Ms LM Lowe)
On the First Day.....
We give thanks for the fresh turkey feast and its hot
trimmings.
On the Second Day.....
We bless the cold turkey sandwiches, sloshy cranberry
sauce, and hard rolls.
On the Third Day.....
We praise the turkey pie and vintage mixed veggies.
On the Fourth Day.....
We thank the pilgrims for not serving bison that first
time, or we'd be celebrating Thanksgiving until April.
On the Fifth Day.....
We gobble up cubed bird casserole and pray for a
glimpse of a naked turkey carcass.
On the Sixth Day.....
We show gratitude (sort of) to the creative cook who
slings cashews at the turkey and calls it Oriental.
On the Seventh Day.....
We forgive our forefathers and pass the turkey-nugget pizza.
On the Eighth Day.....
The word ''vegetarian'' keeps popping into our heads.
On the Ninth Day.....
We check our hair to make sure we're not beginning to
sprout feathers.
On the Tenth Day.....
We hope that the wing meat kabobs catch fire under the
broiler.
On the Eleventh Day.....
We smile over the creamed gizzard because the thigh
bones are in sight.
On the Twelfth Day.....
We apologize for running out of turkey leftovers.
And everybody says Amen.
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"A Thanksgiving Poem"
(Submitted by Ms J. Murphy)
Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn't sleep
I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned-- the dark meat and white,
But I fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation,
The thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
And gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
Till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie
But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees.......
Happy eating to all --- pass the cranberries, please!
