" 'T was the morning of Christmas… not"
'T was the morning of Thanksgiving…
…and all though the house
not a creature was stirring, not even Cloud's pet mouse.
The pots and pans hung by the stove with care
Hoping the Turkey would soon be there
Marilyn and Yuffie were all snuggled in the beds
With picture's of drum sticks danced in their heads
And Tifa in her kerchief, and Cloud in his hat, has just got up from a cold fall nap.
When out on the lawn
There came a clatter
Marilyn sprang from her bed to see what was thee matter,
Away to the window in a flash
Tore open thee shutters and opened the sash
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen Turkey
Gave Marilyn a scare as she stared out the window and took a bit of her beef jerky
When what to her wonder eyes should appear but the miniature turkey had disappeared.
She ran after it but it was to quick.
To her surprise the turkey was too slick.
More rapid then a eagle Marilyn ran and she yelled out the name it's animal name
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away, from Marilyn like 2 inches in all
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane flew,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the shoo
So up to the housetop the turkey ran
Into Yuffie's pail of rubber bands
Her family and friends soon came down to the hall
The prancing and clawing of each little claw
As Cloud drew out his head there was a weird sound
Down the chimney the turkey came with a smock cloud
He was dressed all in dirt from head to his foot
And his feathers were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of dust flung to his back,
And he looked like a burglar just opening in sack,
To take all our stuff
His eyes, how they blinked! His feathers, how merry!
His cheeks was like a rose, and beak so harry!
We know that this turkey
Would not be jerky, so our Thanksgiving was ruined by a turkey, but it's O.K. we ate not turkey but bought hamburgers for supper
Author's note: ok last part didn't rhyme at all just like it
