A Thanksgiving "Poem" for a bit of charming fun

The butter was softened, 

the eggs beat just right.

The sugar, the cloves, 

and the cinnamon bite.

The pumpkin was scraped from the can

with much care,

in hopes that a treat would soon

appear there.

The house – it’s quite cozy

and full of fall charm,

awaiting the kids with their honey

On their arm.

Betty Crocker is tired –

she worked nursing all day.

She’d rather write poems

and go hit the hay!

--By my first-born daughter who is a a nurse.......