Thanksgiving
My astronomic family and I get around
Which is what it's all about
With savory food and comical games
There is no way to miss out
Moreover, it gets even better.
The ambrosial cuisine
That my grandmother makes
Is very delectable
She makes flavorful Middle Eastern food
And toothsome desserts
Like her very own homemade lucious pie.
Now the comical games come
That are right after dessert
Winning and losing is just part of having fun
So now, we laugh and make wisecracks
Juse to see the people glow.
So now, Thanksgiving is almost over
With everyone having a toasty drink
Of cinnamon tea which soothes their mind
And helps them prevent from worrying
About the work to do next :P
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