Church in the morning
A perfect family feast
Our Thanksgiving Day
Church in the morning
A perfect family feast
Our Thanksgiving Day
Thanksgiving Day Eve
Cranberry sauce is chilling
Turkey defrosted
Ink-stained watchdog
blind in one eye
Took a deep nap
and eight years passed by
When the winds changed
he awoke from the dead
He shook off the sleep
to bound out of his bed
His ears pinned back
he began to howl
All that was fair
he now sees as foul
It has just turned cold
Brothers already bicker
Go outside and play
Mercury plummets
The northwest wind brings us snow
Blessed with a warm home
It is Friday night
Nothing much is going on
Old married guy life
TV ever glows
Sounds, images emanate
Should we bask in it?
Half way through November
Just starting to get cold
I know that by December
Seeing snowflakes will get old
B-G-S-U wins!
Falcons have not won many
Ay Ziggy Zumba