Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving
Twas the night before Thanksgiving and awake in the kitchen
Stood a boy in an apron stirring a new fixin'.
He was cooking peacefully when to his great surprise,
He looked to the stove top, a flame reflecting in his eyes.
The burner was on fire, though why he didn't know,
he bent down to eye level and began to blow.
But the fire spread to old oil on the stove,
He grabbed the extinguisher and discharged it as he did hove,
"Another concoction ruined thanks to old oil,
for an extra hour, I will now need to toil."
But continue he did, as any good cook should,
For he was sure that the result would be nothing but good.
To bring a new dish to the Thanksgiving table,
A cook could be immortalized into a fable.
So try and try again, and not be one bit sad,
For a new dish he could serve to show he was thankful for what he had.
About 14 hours late, but I posted it to my Facebook just after I wrote it last night. Didn't think of Livejournal till this morning.
Stood a boy in an apron stirring a new fixin'.
He was cooking peacefully when to his great surprise,
He looked to the stove top, a flame reflecting in his eyes.
The burner was on fire, though why he didn't know,
he bent down to eye level and began to blow.
But the fire spread to old oil on the stove,
He grabbed the extinguisher and discharged it as he did hove,
"Another concoction ruined thanks to old oil,
for an extra hour, I will now need to toil."
But continue he did, as any good cook should,
For he was sure that the result would be nothing but good.
To bring a new dish to the Thanksgiving table,
A cook could be immortalized into a fable.
So try and try again, and not be one bit sad,
For a new dish he could serve to show he was thankful for what he had.
About 14 hours late, but I posted it to my Facebook just after I wrote it last night. Didn't think of Livejournal till this morning.