Thanksgiving is Coming
Elsie Melchert Fowler
Thanksgiving is coming, I wonder if I will get a big piece of brown pumpkin pie?
Perhaps I'll have a sweet juicy mince pie instead, and a big bowl of raisins and fat apples red.
"Do you have my plum pudding" my grandma will say;
she always makes pudding for Thanksgiving Day.
But first I'll see turkey, breast up, on a platter,
I wonder if this year he's bigger and fatter?
When asked if I'd rather have dark meat or white
I'll say, "Some of both," for that's being polite!
Next potatoes, all mashed up with gravy on top,
I'll eat every bit of it up till I stop,
And after I've eaten my dinner, why then
my grandma will pass the plum pudding again!
