as this chap ages, he feels moe grateful for assistance bestowed upon himself. the thanksgiving and xmas celebrations seem to expunge that charitable offertory,
which unfortunately seems fain to endure for three hundred and sixty five days a year. anyway, the praise of gratitude for the feast (at the expense of an innocent
turkey) found me burbling with poetic fervor sans thankfulness.
Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification
not emphasized the other three hundred and sixty four days a year
question their role as consumed end product of taxidermist,
gnome hatter clucks fie against industry where
when thanksgiving gobbledygook brouhaha
glib lets deified whereat a countless range of turkeys sacrificed veer
rill lee with commendable, gratuitous and laudatory plaudits
bequeathed to the cook, who held as the grand umpire
calling bastes time to call in the pitcher -
though such an action tends tubby viewed as fowl, with tail feathers there
be fluttering in sync with shutterfly flapping
at least one angry bird sent to the slaughterhouse -
whose peck within four square
foot enclosure breeds base wrath bone,
which Birdseye view dispensed, though tis grim fate
doth behoove turkeys to rear
up and protest their predestination forbidding intuition
via special Turkish communication from axe of cruelty,
the butcher will not deem queer
yet questions pop up why this singular twenty four hour
Fitbit of time fosters the people to summon beneficence, and when app peer
rent lee, this American custom squawks back hundreds of years
sans "The First Thanksgiving," a spontaneous oscillometer
ocular venerated, feted, and celebrated requisitioned,
when Governor William Bradford organized a three-day long feast near
the tip of Cape Cod, which was too far north of intended destination.
One month later, they made head way to Massachusetts Bay
celebrated Native Americans friends, the year 1621 feasted
between Pilgrims and Wampanoag at Plymouth Colony a green day
arbitrarily chose spread of turkey, waterfowl, venison, fish, lobster,
clams, berries, fruit, pumpkin, and squash mebbe fish fillet
Thanksgiving, currently celebrated on the fourth Thursday
in November by federal legislation in 1941 recalling hooray,
or more particularly regaling the maiden voyage 1620
viz a ship called the Mayflower disembarking stalked by death and injury
from Plymouth, England for the New World after a difficult battle at sea
that lasted 66 days; the 102 passengers roped a dee ja
which essentially doubled up as conductor,
and struck up psalm songs
for a guiding buoy ant gull they named Oak Kay
of the Mayflower landed near and the Pilgrims began
to build a new home at Plymouth, whence an annual tradition hay
begat by founding fathers and Mother Nature
incorporating some marketing spin,
thence United States by presidential proclamation and fiat Gerry
rigged obeisance (essentially honoring
those brave hearts that dared traverse the Atlantic Ocean
without lifejackets nor a whit, they didst ferry
themselves in a rickety craft (where many perished at sea)
since 1863, and state legislation since Founding Fathers donned gray
powdered wigs (served to trumpet political stance)
forging fledgling colonies slated crude establishments and primitive bidet
wrought forth from deep within the bowels
of fecund fields broke ranks with Britain, and pioneered United States array.
D sitting at the edge of the river bank I was writing down everything i saw that day.
Its about 2 ex's as they are around each other in school after they broke up.
a beautiful soul , forever to be loved...
Expression of how I feel and the battles within my head.
This poem is a twist on the classic fairy-tale Alice in Wonderland.