I wanted to share this with my readers one more time before putting it away forever. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
We went to your house, and we sat in the driveway
We went to your house; there was nobody home.
We went to your house, for the day ’twas Thanksgiving;
a time when all hearts turn to family and home.
We walked through the courtyard.
We stood on the lawn.
We banged your doorknocker,
then started to yawn.
No mortals to greet us; no morsels to eat.
We suffered, with nary a tidbit or treat.
We’d brought smashed taters.
We’d brought apple pie.
We’d brought sugared berries; a cranny surprise.
We thought you’d be waiting, but oh, what a shock.
The curtains were drawn and the doors were all locked.
Did we get the day wrong?
Did we “miss the boat”?
Did we bake in vain; is that “all she wrote”?
Dejected, we left with our bundle of goods;
over the river and back through the woods.
I waited, all bated; to Facebook I’d post,
when I realized this year, it was our turn to host.
With cherry-red face and a hint of chagrin,
I opened the front door and bid you come in.