Thanksgiving dinner’s sad and thankless
Christmas dinner’s dark and blue
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey’s point of view.
Sunday dinner isn’t sunny
Easter feasts are just bad luck
When you see it from the viewpoint
of a chicken or a duck.
Oh how I once loved tuna salad
Pork and lobsters, lamb chops too
Till I stopped and looked at dinner
from the dinner’s point of view.*
I love me some good shenanigans. I mean who in their right minds wouldn’t find it hilarious to open their fridge on a Monday morning and find that looking back at them?
A PERSON WITH THEIR FEELING BUTTON TURNED OFF. THAT’S WHO.
I just used a little bag of wiggly eyes and a glue stick in order to make the magic happen. (Original idea via the Google. It’s amazing, you should try Googling “April Fool’s pranks.”) In case you are wondering, four days later and Daddy’s beer bottles are still giving him the evil eye, the colander of shriveling strawberries is still hanging out, and not a single person has touched the dyed Easter Eggs.
SHOCKING, I know.
We also have some left-over “meatloaf” if you’re still hungry and can’t find anything good to eat in our fridge. WINK WINK.
Nothing like some Cocoa Rice Krispie treats for supper, ‘eh?
Sure beats eating pork and lobsters, lamb chops too.
Poem written by Shel Silverstein, from his collection titled “Where the Sidewalk Ends: Poems and Drawings.”