Dontcha just hate when Thanksgiving is late
because Friday the First means the calendar’s cursed
but you’re so hurly-burly you start a week early
then sit at the table and wait, wait, wait, wait!

Ken Gosse usually writes short, rhymed verse using whimsy and humor with traditional meters. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, his poetry is also in Academy of the Heart and Mind, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Writers Club, Spillwords, and others. Raised in the Chicago, Illinois, suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, for over twenty-five years.

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