Every year,
Without any fear,
This day comes,
And we all jeer.
***
The turkey sits,
Still to be eaten,
On that plate,
In the fridge.
***
Mayonnaise and bread,
The meat’s best friend,
Sit patiently waiting,
For every meal.
Every year,
Without any fear,
This day comes,
And we all jeer.
***
The turkey sits,
Still to be eaten,
On that plate,
In the fridge.
***
Mayonnaise and bread,
The meat’s best friend,
Sit patiently waiting,
For every meal.
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