Thanksgiving: A host's lament

 The harvest feast over

and all the trash hauled away

except for the guests

who decided they'd stay


All the dishes are washed

and the leftovers stored

There's a crew on the couch

looking mightily bored


Well you were invited for dinner

not to be entertained

Some say I should join you

No thanks, I'll abstain


While sharing in misery

makes a fine pastime for some

I'll stay here in my kitchen

with this bottle of rum


I'll get quietly drunk

just sit here and grieve

until that blessed moment

when you all finally leave



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