"..enjoy your turkey."
[a poem, of sorts]"I have a bratty sister.If she got lost I never would have missed her.
On the rim of the Grand Canyon, I hope,anonymous
She will slip on a piece of soap.
Though I'd be near
Her calls I will not hear.
Then I’d turn
And see her hurtling towards the ground.
I’m too late
To save her from her horrid fate.
Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy your turkey.'' [edited to reflect my family's version.]
Few Thanksgiving dinners passed in my childhood without my brother gleefully reciting this poem here, scroll down , a poem we attributed to Ogden Nash, but perhaps that is incorrect. On the other hand how many 7 year old boys read and memorize The New Yorker? The recitation was much applauded and I often felt like crying, as I so idolized my big brother. And didn't want to die on Thanksgiving.
Looking back of course it is hilarious. We weren't a Norman Rockwell sort of family.
(And he wonders why I won't visit him out West,lol.)
...enjoy your turkey!
gone to the beach...