I hear pudding, I taste pie, I see myself in the sky. In shortly six days, I shall fly, To a place where heaven and life collide, Food and fixings what a treat, To sit with loved one’s and eat. Delights I envision, Happiness I foresee, My Family is everything to me.

I’m not a great poet, as a matter of fact, I’m barely a poet, okay we’ve all come to the conclusion I’m not a poet. But hey, it’s Thanksgiving! Have some heart, or at least some more turkey!