Connections: November 24.16

Ah, the blessed smells

of drumstick, onion, sage!

Heady kitchen air

sets Thanksgiving stage.

Last year’s turkey fumes

ignited my writer’s brain

so I’m posting last year’s ballad

on my blog again:

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, DEAR READER!

Connections: November 26

THANKSGIVING ROUSER

Is there a pumpkin in your pie?

(in your pie)

Is there a lox upon your rye?

(‘pon your rye)

Pierogi, latke, dribbles on my chin,

and Brussels sprouts cannot come in.

(cannot come in)

Is there a gizzard in your pot?

(in your pot)

Giblet gravy hits the spot.

(hits the spot)

Drumstick, wishbone, grease and sticky plate,

that is why today is great.

(today is great)

Memories with nosh and sip,

(nosh and sip)

 ghosts in every crumb and drip,

(crumb and drip)

but lift we glass as high as it can be

to what has been and what will be!

(and what will be)

To be sung, more or less, to the tune of “There Is A Tavern In The Town.”

Think Mitch Miller, you who are old enough.

All others, go to Google.

And Happy Thanksgiving!

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