Hold the yeast, Jim, for remember that old Salvation Army song that goes:

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We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band.
On the right side of temperance we do take our stand.
We don't use tobacco because we do think...
That the people who use it are likely to drink.

We never eat cookies because they have yeast.
And one little bite turns a man to a beast.
Can you imagine a sadder disgrace...
Then of a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face.

We never eat fruitcake because it has rum.
And one little bite turns a man to a bum.
Can you imagine a sorrier sight...
Than a man eating fruitcake until he gets tight.

We're coming, we're coming, our brave little band.
On the right side of temperance we do take our stand.
We don't use tobacco because we do think...
That the people who use it are likely to drink.

Away, away with rum, by gum, rum, by gum, rum, by gum.
Away, away with rum, by gum, the song of the Temperance Union.
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PS: I enjoyed this one (of yours)!

I love a good laugh, thanks...-e-

Very nice and appetising poem. It makes you feel nostalgic.

Enjoyed your clever poem (note to self: remember to add the yeast!)
B.

The humerus part about the yeast is overshadowed by the good old-fashioned idea of sharing bounty with family.

Ron

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because commercialism hasn't destroyed it yet, however it is losing ground.

Well written, and well received. It teaches us that a perfect Thanksgiving does not have to be perfect in every way. A good laugh adds to the enjoyment.

A perfectly apt and timely write, Jim. Love the rhyme and rhythm. By the way, you do realize this poem is posted twice, right? Love and peace to you and Happy Thanksgiving. Love and peace,

Regis

I like this very humorous ode to Thanksgiving!