A Thanksgiving Day Poem by Sara Brogdon

The day of Thanksgiving has finally come round,
And I’m stuck here in this quaint redneck town.
Amanda and I, stewed to the gills,
Are complaining of Bush and his staunch Right-wing will.

The Tofurky is turning a rich, golden hue
while Amanda protests, "What can we do?!"
A moronic puppet is in control, alas!
The hand of Christianity shoved up his ass.

Ramie, the chef, is slaving away
Preparing the feast to be devoured today.
"Our government may be headin’ for the crapper,
But just for today, pretend it doesn’t matter.

"Have another drink and a piece of Tofurky
You’ll feel better when you can’t see or think clearly."
We took his advice, and with beer in hand
All of us soon, were three sheets to the wind.

The world we live in may very well be scary,
So everyone, take heart! Eat, drink, and be merry!
Good food and good friends and a well mixed martini
Make everything grand! (even a Texas weeny)

Happy Thanksgiving!!!