Thursday, November 24, 2016

A Thanksgiving "Poem" for a bit of charming fun

The butter was softened, 
the eggs beat just right.
The sugar, the cloves, 
and the cinnamon bite.

The pumpkin was scraped from the can
with much care,
in hopes that a treat would soon
appear there.

The house – it’s quite cozy
and full of fall charm,
awaiting the kids with their honey
On their arm.

Betty Crocker is tired –
she worked nursing all day.
She’d rather write poems
and go hit the hay!

--By my first-born daughter who is a a nurse.......

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