Twenty years and counting
Thanksgivings with my Hubby
So many turkeys
It’s a wonder we’re not chubby

With each Thanksgiving
The usual gets debated
How to be certain
Both appetites are sated

For me, a basic turkey
Nothing new-fangled, please
Anything but bread stuffing
Gives me great unease

Please, no “improvements”
No oysters or other junk
Such absurd atrocities
Put me in a funk

Hubby has his own
Thanksgiving day demands
Of pies other than pumpkin
He isn’t a big fan

So even if we’re guests
At another Thanksgiving table
The following day we cook
Our own Thanksgiving staples

And my annual Thanksgiving Ode
Now another tradition expected
One of these years my rhyming
Might even be perfected

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