11/23/2023
In Wyoming, where the cold is snow joke,
We set off for a feast, not expecting to choke.
With turkey and pies, the car was packed,
But then came the snow, and boy, we were whacked!
The snowstorm hit, fierce and flurry-ous,
Our Thanksgiving trip suddenly quite brrr-illiant and curious.
Stuck in the white, our situation was fowl,
But our spirits remained anything but foul.
"We’re snowed in!" I cried, with some flair,
"We might as well eat; it's only fair."
So we gobbled the turkey, with snow regret,
Cran-buried in snow, but not upset.
The gravy was poured like the snow from the skies,
And the mashed potatoes made for mushy goodbyes.
The stuffing was stuffed into our mouths with glee,
In a blizzard, what better place to be?
We pied our way through dessert, a flaky affair,
In the eye of the storm, without a spare.
The pumpkin pie, a slice of bliss-ter cold,
A sweet ending, if I may be so bold.
But then we thought of our paw friends, so dear,
Waiting at home, with their tail-wagging cheer.
Six doggies dreaming of scraps, a Thanksgiving feast,
But we’d eaten it all, to say the least!
Finally home, their fur-rowed brows told tales,
Of a Thanksgiving missed, as big as whales!
With apawlogies, we hugged our furry crew,
In Wyoming’s cold, where Thanksgiving snow flew.
So here’s to the doggies, who missed the fun,
Next time, we’ll save you a bun!
In the howl-ing winds, one thing is clear,
Thanksgiving in Wyoming is pawsitively dear!
