I am a turkey.
A noble bird.
It is Thanksgiving,
And I know my time has come.
Before you eat me,
Please grant my final wish.
I want you to bathe me
In your finest gravy.
Gravy me!
Pour it all over me.
Cover me in the brown, delicious, comforting warmth of gravy
Until you can’t see me anymore.
If my breast is going to be exposed
On the finest China for all the see,
Do me this solid
And slather me in gravy.
Gravy me!
I am a hungry American,
Weary from the reality of recent events.
For all I know,
The world is about to end,
And this is my final Thanksgiving.
Gravy me!
Put it on everything.
Turkey, stuffing, potatoes, even the yams.
Hell, I might even have you
Cover my apple pie
In God’s little miracle
Of warm, brown Heaven on Earth.
Just start pouring.
I’ll tell you when to stop.
After the month I’ve had,
I’m praying
That you’ve got enough gravy
To drown both my sorrows,
And my Thanksgiving feast.
If I could sail away
On a gravy boat
Large enough to hold both me
And enough gravy to keep me satisfied,
I’d do it
Without a second thought.
Gravy me!
Please don’t make me ask again…
