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