It’s Thanksgiving,
And I’m so blue.
I wanted that drumstick,
Mom gave it to you.
I’m chewing on turkey,
It’s dry to the bone.
I need some more gravy,
Or I’m going home.
I’m having my dessert,
Some great pecan pie.
It makes up for the green beans.
The onions made me cry.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
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