Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie)

“Thanksgiving Dinner for Twelve”

The table in the dining room is set, ready to go,

First to arrive, Uncle Ben and Aunt Flow.

Neither can hear, so they yell at each other,

Then came Niece May, and her grumpy mother.

Uncle George comes pounding to the front door,

He has this vicious smell problem; I hope it stays outdoors.

Cousins, Minnie & Mickey, have no manners they just come walking right in,

They say that everything said is such a sin!

Then we have Mark, he is the cursor of the group,

Likes the bathroom door open when he’s making meatball soup!

Then we have my favorites, John and Sue,

Who sneeze, wheeze, and go, ah choo!

Last but not forgotten is brother Dave, the clown,

He wears his outfit here, all the time and all over town.

And of course, the host, me, the Betty Grable, one,

Thanksgiving dinner, I can see now, won’t be such fun.

I am going to sit Mickey and Minnie on the right,

With John and Sue, for a special delight…

Of, ah choo, sneeze and wheeze, what a sin.

Add Uncle George to that side for an even win.

I Think I will put Mark at the head of the table,

Me at the foot, believing, I am Betty Grable.

Now, Dave is in the middle, with my niece, May, and her mother,

With Uncle Ben and Aunt Flow on the other side of Dave, my brother.

What a laugh this Thanksgiving dinner will be.

All twelve of us, all strange and different as you see.

One great explosion from Uncle George, Thanksgiving will be through,

Everyone’s eyes will be watering, and their skin will turn blue.

That man I swear has ten skunks inside his body,

While Brother Dave’s Clown suit looks a bit more, shoddy.

My niece May and grumpy mother are very proper and prim,

Whereas John and Sue are quite sloppy and slim.

Put all these people in the same small room,

You certainly have a calamity, of unmentionable doom.

There goes, the Thanksgiving dinner, right, out the door.

As always, I say every year, “Never again will I deplore…

Thanksgiving with these relatives at my home.”

With all I can do is, just moan and groan.

About the rotten smell and the thankful time that I had,

With all the work making a beautiful turkey dinner, just makes me very mad!

Yet, I am still grateful for Thanksgiving every year that I host!

Why because I love the leftovers the most!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!