Twas the night before thanksgiving
And all through the house
The smell of tomorrow's dinner
was watering my mouth
The cakes were all finished
And the pies about done
So I snuck into the kitchen
to get a taste of one.
I thought the wife had went for her bath
but realized she was still cleaning the aftermath
After sneaking in, and trying to sneak out.
I was met with a dish rag, soap and a shout.
"glad you could join me" she said with a smile
She pointed towards the sink, and said "Start with that pile."
So cleaning and scrubbing I did with a frown
But my mind was in the living room, watching Charlie Brown
It's an age old tradition, I've done for many years
Let women do the cooking, and I snack and drink beers
Relax in my chair and enjoy my favorite shows
and dream of the sale they're having at Lowe's
But this year it's seems I've made a mistake
Went to kitchen too soon for some cake.
Now I'm knee deep in all that I despise
Doing the dishes, much to my surprise
Suddenly their came a knock at the door,
"I'll get it," I happily said with a roar.
I was just the neighbors, who needed some broth
And also some milk and our old tablecloth.
As the wife retrieved the items in need
I returned to my chair, smiling with glee
"Oh no you don't" she said with a howl
"Get your butt back in their" as she handed me a towel