My Thanksgiving Poem
Thanksgiving dinner is a feast.
It lines up all the way up east.
Dad cooks the meal.
The guys watch football.
And I don't know what to do,
So I just do them all.
Then help the girls set the table.
I put away the dog.
Then I hear my Dad yell,
"Who wants eggnog!"
We all sit down to eat.
Then pick our foods, like meat.
We praise God for everything, all!
And that's what we do every Fall!
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