My Thanksgiving 2006

To the large table we were gathered,
The food in the dishes,
But not served,
A moment of silenced observed.

The eldest over sixty,
The youngest of twenty-two,
The men were out numbered,
Two to one thanksgiving dinner had begun.

Then in all sincerity,
The host rose for a toast,
His fifth wine glass in hand,
With words eloquent and slightly slurred.

“I am much thankful for family and friends,
And our new guest at our table,
Is required by our tradition in all honesty,
To share his Thankful oratory.”

No warning of the event was give to me,
So I stood with wineglass in hand,
With no rehearsed format,
As nineteen pairs of eyes watched mine.

I looked left and right of the large table,
Most of summer and spring days,
A few of autumn’s month as I,
Winter’s year fewer still with happy wine eyes.

I closed my eyes,
And opened my mouth,
Of thankfulness.

“I am thankful for Molly,
And her twenty-four year old hard body,
That girl can go all night long,
Such a wonderful sexual appetite.

I am thankful for Roxy,
And her large hard nippled breasts,
And her twenty-seven year old lips,
She loves to give and receive oral sex,
She is an artist a sixty-nining queen,
She just doesn’t methodically suck,
She makes love to it until it is painfully dry,
And it shrinks to one-eighth its size.

I am thankful for Brenda,
Although she is only eighteen,
She makes love just like a woman, *
She has this thing about older men,
I love the way her skinny body trembles,
The way she giggles when her time has come.

I am thankful for Katie,
Such a lady—such a lady,
Classy—trashy and very nasty,
She’s only thirty-one,
And full of exotic fun,
But her true love is,
Her husband’s money.

I am thankful for New Year’s Day,
And that young woman that loves to get laid,
During the Rose Parade,
Like the swallows of San Juan Capistrano,
We make love again as her husband and,
Dear friends watch the Rose Bowl game.

Then there is the girl,
That brings me to my knees,
She just loves to please,
She will do anything and everything,
So young and yet such an imagination,
She calls me her shadow lover,
Her man in silhouette,
She remain anonymous.”

I opened my eyes and sat down,
As the young adults stopped snickering,
And broke out with roaring laughter,
They cheered—they toasted,
And passed the turkey roasted.

The older adults were not quite so sure,
If my words were just a satire,
But the host he knew,
For he had asked for the thankful truth.

The blonde haired girl across from me,
With a salon golden tan,
Rubbed my legs with socked feet,
As her husband chortled away,
I am very thankful for the,
Day of Thanksgiving,
And young lovely progressive women.

* Bobby Dylan