The brined turkey was stuffed with bread
just like my belly is today,
all the wine went straight to my head;
Uncle Al’s still dancing the night away.
Grandma enjoyed all the food and kids,
her wine spritzers tickled her nose,
all the containers have the wrong lids,
and Aunt Edna slept with the garden hose.
My brother ate mashed potatoes up the wazoo,
his wife drank vodka until midnight,
Cousin Harry woke the neighbors with his kazoo,
and the children had a pumpkin-pie fight.
Black Friday, the day is calm unless you shop,
crazies trying to save a darn buck,
my husband tries to take a nap in his socks,
while those crazies try for some sales luck.
Thanksgiving is a time for thanking,
but we also create such a party stir,
every kid at the table needs a good spanking;
next year, I think, we’ll try a fried bird!