Happy Thanksgiving to all my pals in the United States of America, and to those people who follow this tradition around the globe.
Little Timmy cried, a Tantrum, a squall,
because he’d wanted, for Christmas, a ball,
but when it arrived it was far wider than tall
It was oblong in shape and wouldn’t bounce off the wall.
His mother said, “Look” and she shook her head,
“why can’t you play rugby instead?”
“I can’t bare all your noise, this loud caterwaul,
be thankful and grateful you’ve got one at all.”
copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/November/2018