And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Especially a spatula (or mouse if you insists this rhyme).
Thanksgiving dinner,
Was picked up pre-made from the store,
So as not to poison,
My brave dinner guests tommorrow(r).
It will be plated on china,
That I've had since my wedding.
I can't begin to imagine the praise,
That I will surely be getting.
For they'll think that I slaved,
In the kitchen all day,
While I really watched the items,
That I bid for on EBay.
I know if you're cooking,Your dinner might not be as quick,
But if I were to cook,
All of my guests would be sick.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Love, April
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