Poetry

Thanksgiving In A Forest Nation

I live in a forest nation y’all
I don’t rake much
So the whole place is on fire and all
Oh wait I’m getting a call
*I answer phone*

Yeah hello?
What do you mean we ran out!?

Of pineapple jello!?
That’s my favorite dude
You are no longer my favorite dude
Go get some more before the store closes

Oh what do you mean at midnight nothing’s open?

I want pineapple jello!!!

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