Please, forgive my attitude
as I project my gratitude
by extending you this platitude,
“Flock you to Thanksgiving!”
I mean nothing untoward,
and half expect to be ignored
by those whom I've so often bored,
but I have to make a living.
So, off I go to work out yonder,
where the work is, and I wonder
who’s taken the time to ponder
what truth lies in the word?
I cannot be alone in thinking
God sees all our nods, and is winking
with respect to our kitchens stinking.
It’s time to flip the bird!