November has fallen across the land
Thanksgiving Day is close at hand
Relatives will roam in search of food
And terrorize y’awl’s guest bathrooms
And whosoever shall be found
Without some victuals for chowing down
Must stand and face the wrath of Krampus
If their pantries ain't full in time for Christmas
The foulest stench is in the air
The farts of forty thousand men
With grizzly stools from every ass
(Pardon me for being crass)
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to rebel
For no mere mortal can survive
What emanates from all those bowels
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