A Sonnet to Thanksgiving

A Sonnet to Thanksgiving:

How glorious you are, fowl focused creation,
Who shall ascend breasts basted in sauce?
How beautiful are you, Feast born of elation.
Only he with bare stomach and hands that are washed.

I could meander in your mashed potatoes,
Get in trouble with your deviled eggs.
Waltz with all your casseroles,
and drink your cider to the dregs.

Regenerate me oh meal of love!
Remove this pall of appetite!
Restore me with your ham and clove,
Wash it down with cherry sprite.

Oh how fullness of flavor is pleased to abide
in my Turkey dinner and every side.

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jhamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

Great sonnet for a great Holiday! Well done. Jamie

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