Cut the turkey, slice the pie and serve the stuffing!
Thanksgiving is here.
Mash the potatoes, grill the corn and commence the fighting.
Thanksgiving is here.
It’s not the same without Uncle Joe,
And his ass-less chaps at an all time low.
Thanksgiving is here.
Where is Aunt Debra and her new choice of liquor,
Along with her daughter who’s never looked thicker.
Thanksgiving is here.
Why does Dad insist on burning the DVDs,
And is that mom handing him more matches I see?
Thanksgiving is here.
Nana must be smoking dope in the garage, which seems valid
Cause Cousin Mike just the entire bowl of pasta salad.
Thanksgiving is here.
I see cheese spaghetti and dirty rice,
When was the last time Fran checked for lice?
Thanksgiving is here.
But now it’s time to make a toast,
To the family that really must mean the most.
I only get this one chance a year,
Even though it might be the time I fear.
What this dysfunctional family means to me,
Is that no matter what I’m not sorry,
For these times I do bet
I’ll most certainly never forget.
Thanksgiving is here.

- by Katie McBroom