
Thanksgiving morning found me,
Before the crack of dawn,
Fixing a simple breakfast
Before the day wore on.
I sprinkled in my Cheerios,
Then poured the milk, but wait—
The stamp upon the jug, I saw,
Was six days out of date!
Thanksgiving morning found me,
Before the crack of dawn,
Fixing a simple breakfast
Before the day wore on.
I sprinkled in my Cheerios,
Then poured the milk, but wait—
The stamp upon the jug, I saw,
Was six days out of date!
Author note: This poem was originally written two years ago. I realize that Thanksgiving was unique this year. However maybe we can use this to remember the good times past and hope for better times to come. . . .
This year the feast is at your house, and you will be the host.
You want it to be perfect, but not so you can boast;
It’s just with all the family, there will be quite a crowd
And you want serve a special meal to make the Pilgrim’s proud!