and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring - not even a mouse.

The tables were arranged with obsessive care

In hopes that the relatives would be happy there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds

Battered and traumatized from the many times that Mommy said….

Do not make a mess – don’t touch that it’s clean!

The Mommy worked hard to not be too mean.

and Mamma in her sweat pants

and Daddy in his hat

Were never going to get

Their much deserved nap.

When from the kitchen there arose such a clatter

I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.

Away to the pantry I flew with a dash.

Threw open the door and let out a gasp.

When what to my exhausted eyes should appear

but a bad little pug with no morals or fear

Doing the best that she knew how to do

To hoist her fat self to the top shelf of food.

She was little and feisty and naughty and quick

I knew in a moment that I never should kick.

More rapid than eagles my coursers they came

and suddenly words came out of my mouth much too horrible to name!

At this point I am not sure that I remember the song

Plus there is still much to do and my rhyme is too long.

I will gladly exclaim as I turn off the light

Happy Thanksgiving to all

and to all a good night!

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!

Holly