Thanksgiving 50's Style

My opinion of a poet, I did. I said it was the worst thing I'd ever heard in my life. You know that poem was written by William Shakespeare? Probably one of the greatest poets that ever lived.

I never did live that town. Then I guess you don't want too much about poetry. Dee, Daddy. Not a thing. That's okay. I forgive you. Anybody home? Hi, sis. What are you doing home? I don't know.

Weren't you goofs sitting around talking about football? What good is that? What about your dinner with the team? Guess I just wasn't hungry. Wasn't hungry? You? I don't know. Anybody home? Hi, fis. Hey, Benny.

Have you had dinner? Nope. I thought you were going to tackle Turkey with the littles. Well, I was, but... Well, suddenly I got an awful headache, and I... There were too many people around, and...

So after the program was over, I decided I'd come home. Did they watch me on television? Mm-hmm. Did they laugh at me? Of course not. I'd better not hear anybody laughin' at you. I'd punch him right in the nose.

You would, but... I sure would not, Ed. I'm sorry. I thought it was a swirl poem. Kinda short, but great. Why didn't you finish it, honey? because it was Thanksgiving. I wanted my mommy, my daddy, my brother, and my sister.

I was loved so much. She... Do you have us now, honey? Mother... I was known so too. Oh, Jane. Margaret, not you too. Yes, me too. What's the matter with you, bud? Nothing. I just felt like blowing my nose. That's all.

Then blow.