Sounds of November

 

A pie upon the window ledge

Cake upon your plate

A bet that sure could use a hedge

Grandpa's running late,

Tuning forks go on the left

Spoons are on the right

Kettle drums to hold the soup

Candles that won't light,

Open windows for a breeze

Don't let it slam the door,

Bless you every time you sneeze

It's what we're thankful for.

                            zc