Thanksgiving

You could be overseas. Be thankful.

Thanksgiving is a day to wait in line
To save a couple hundred.  I’ll salute
The many dedicated and astute
And early eager shoppers.  By design,
And very good design, I’m very sure
That I am never meant to join within
The bargain-hunting pack; the very thin
And precious, tiny window I’d endure
To find a cheaper stereo is all
I’d need to get spectacularly drunk
(I did it this Thanksgiving), and I thunk,
In verbage too ineloquent, the call
That soldiers overseas had heeded, while
We sat home, with bounty, and a smile.

But hurry up and gather single-file.