| Humor Fiction posted November 22, 2024 |
A Thanks giving horror story, no immigrants.
Amalgamate, Integrate, Migrate
The author has placed a warning on this post for sexual content.
This Thanksgiving was different,
Some one forgot to bring the mint
Many things broke, some were just bent
No one really knew where everything went.
Look around nothing is ready,
Where is the Boubon for uncle Freddy?
He always got lost without his wife Betty,
Always brought his dog Nettie.
Something was missing, everyone looked lost,
As there was an early frost,
And there came our drunk aunt, at an increased cost,
Look around, the immigrants must be lost.
Where did they go, can't be far,
Their tents are empty, are they at a bar?
Maybe quietly waiting in the cars,
They were acting like they all were Czars.
Mom, Janine shouts, where are the slaves,
We give them them lawns to have a rave,
They act like they live in caves,
They go to the beaches to catch some waves.
They cannot believe they can leave us,
As there are lines to load the bus,
Heard some foul words and began to cuss,
Acted like the kitchen smelled like pus.
Sam, the husband got angry,
As he had to trim and serve the turkey,
The runaways did not know where to be,
Brought nothing to dinner, thought everything was free.
Brother Sam and daughter Wendy were confused,
The staff was missing, blown away like a fuse,
They were no longer to be used,
Left to take a vacation on a cruise.
No turkey, no stuffing, the kids were not amused,
They were certain they were being used,
To them this bothered all, was very confused,
Thought they were the only ones to be abused.
My name is Theodore, quite a bore,
Found a date, went upstairs, entered her door,
Stripped naked, got on the floor, wanted more,
Late for dinner, I was scolded, whipped till I was sore.
Thanksgiving is ruined, no one in tune,
No dessert, dirty dishes needing a broom,
Not knowing how, the kids were told to clean the room,
Now mad, ever so sad, go outside, cuss at the moon.
Where are the help, they are gone,
Wanting papers to say they belong,
Make it easy, just wave a wand,
They will be paid, are waiting for a bond.
Gone are the days of doubt, now they are the immi greats,
All is done, Thanksgiving is over, throw out the plates,
Americans need to move over as they closed the gates,
Next we will be their employees, just wait.
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This Thanksgiving was different,
Some one forgot to bring the mint
Many things broke, some were just bent
No one really knew where everything went.
Look around nothing is ready,
Where is the Boubon for uncle Freddy?
He always got lost without his wife Betty,
Always brought his dog Nettie.
Something was missing, everyone looked lost,
As there was an early frost,
And there came our drunk aunt, at an increased cost,
Look around, the immigrants must be lost.
Where did they go, can't be far,
Their tents are empty, are they at a bar?
Maybe quietly waiting in the cars,
They were acting like they all were Czars.
Mom, Janine shouts, where are the slaves,
We give them them lawns to have a rave,
They act like they live in caves,
They go to the beaches to catch some waves.
They cannot believe they can leave us,
As there are lines to load the bus,
Heard some foul words and began to cuss,
Acted like the kitchen smelled like pus.
Sam, the husband got angry,
As he had to trim and serve the turkey,
The runaways did not know where to be,
Brought nothing to dinner, thought everything was free.
Brother Sam and daughter Wendy were confused,
The staff was missing, blown away like a fuse,
They were no longer to be used,
Left to take a vacation on a cruise.
No turkey, no stuffing, the kids were not amused,
They were certain they were being used,
To them this bothered all, was very confused,
Thought they were the only ones to be abused.
My name is Theodore, quite a bore,
Found a date, went upstairs, entered her door,
Stripped naked, got on the floor, wanted more,
Late for dinner, I was scolded, whipped till I was sore.
Thanksgiving is ruined, no one in tune,
No dessert, dirty dishes needing a broom,
Not knowing how, the kids were told to clean the room,
Now mad, ever so sad, go outside, cuss at the moon.
Where are the help, they are gone,
Wanting papers to say they belong,
Make it easy, just wave a wand,
They will be paid, are waiting for a bond.
Gone are the days of doubt, now they are the immi greats,
All is done, Thanksgiving is over, throw out the plates,
Americans need to move over as they closed the gates,
Next we will be their employees, just wait.
A new land is upon us, the gates were left open, many were welcomed in, given a free room. Give more money, you don't deserve any more honey.
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