Thanksgiving Day is a harvest festival observed all over the United States of America with immense splendor and grandeur. This auspicious occasion gives all the Americans a chance to be thankful to God for the produce granted at the end of the harvest season. Being a festival of the fall season, it is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of the month of November, yearly. Loads of thankful prayers to the Lord, gorging on delicious delicacies, watching colorful parades and football matches, and spending vacations in far-off destinations are some common traditions practiced on this day. To add to the fun and frolic to Thanksgiving and bring out its true value, you can include some funny poems, filled with humor and meaning, in your celebrations. These poems always remain a big hit amongst one and all during Thanksgiving festivities. Scroll on to discover some laughter and hilarity.
Thanksgiving 8000 Calorie Poem
May your stuffing be tasty,
May your turkey plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!
The last piece of apple pie is gone;
How did it disappear?
The bowl of delicious stuffing
Has also vanished, I fear.
It happens each Thanksgiving,
When leftover goodies flee,
And each of us knows the responsible one
Couldn't be you or me.
The only way it could happen
Is readily diagnosed;
It must be the crafty, incredibly sneaky,
Still hungry Thanksgiving ghost.
Your Secret's Secure
Thanksgiving's the time in November each year
When our thoughts about food seem to richen,
When turkey and dressing and other good stuff
Is being prepared in the kitchen.
But the stores did their homework way in advance;
They know what your real needs will be;
They know you'll come shopping to buy up their best,
And those sharing your feast will soon see.
You're the best cook in town, a peerless gourmet,
The turkey, dessert and the wine;
And your secret's secure that this feast was all made
By your grocery, and they sure did it fine!
- Karl Fuchs
Thanksgiving always brings a terrible chore,
'Cause I'm forced to eat and eat some more.
If I don't eat it up right down to dessert,
I fear the cook's feelings will be hurt,
So I do my part, even though I suffer;
To help out the others, I'm a belly stuffer.
Why do we celebrate Thanksgiving Day?
What's its significance, all of us say.
We all find importance for which we are thankful,
And what we spend on this holiday is surely a bank full.
First the purchase of food for parties galore,
Then the fuel and decorating costs come to the fore.
We eat so much food that many get ill,
And drug makers get richer with each little pill.
It all becomes clear, if we closely examine
That we're not giving thanks for avoiding a famine;
We're creating the wealth and the plenty we see,
Including the sports ads we watch on TV.
- Karl Fuchs
A Turkey Speaks
I have never understood
why anyone would
roast the turkey
and shuck the clams
and crisp the croutons
and shell the peas
and candy the sweets
and compote the cranberries
and bake the pies
and clear the table
and wash the dishes
and fall into bed
when they could sit back
and enjoy a hamburger.