Pumpkin pie baking,
Gardeners raking,
School is out,
No homework to worry about
The family says the prayer,
Dessert is saved for later,
Food piled on the platter,
Utensils clatter
Delicious flavors,
So much to savor,
Which to eat first?
None of the foods are the “worst”
Dinner comes to a close,
There aren’t any woes,
Outside it gets dark,
Which is what marks,
The end of Thanksgiving dinner.
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I like your poem.
Your poem is really good.
That’s a good poem. Are you going to do one for Christmas?