Thanksgiving Ghost
The last piece of apple pie is gone,
How did it disappear?
The bowl of delicious stuffing
Has also vanished, I fear.
It happens each Thanksgiving,
When leftover goodies flee,
And each of us knows the responsible one
Couldn’t be you or me.
The only way it could happen
Is readily diagnosed,
It must be the crafty, incredibly sneaky,
Still hungry Thanksgiving ghost.
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