Thanksgiving Ghost
The last piece of apple pie is gone;
The last piece of apple pie is gone;
How did it disappear?
The bowl of delicious stuffingHas also vanished, I fear.
It happens each Thanksgiving,When leftover goodies flee,
It happens each Thanksgiving,When leftover goodies flee,
And each of us knows the responsible one
Couldn’t be you or me.
The only way it could happen
The only way it could happen
Is readily diagnosed;
It must be the crafty, incredibly sneaky,
Still hungry
Thanksgiving ghost.
By Karl Fuchs
Hope that all you fellow stitchers find time today to sit a bit and stitch today. I am enjoying a quiet morning before all the family time starts to watch the Macy's parade and stitch up "Gobble Gertie" from Bent Creek. Maybe I will have it done for tomorrow and pictures to follow later.
Enjoy your day......