{"id":3777,"date":"2020-11-25T11:04:38","date_gmt":"2020-11-25T19:04:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=3777"},"modified":"2020-11-25T11:04:38","modified_gmt":"2020-11-25T19:04:38","slug":"201125","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2020\/11\/25\/201125\/","title":{"rendered":"201125"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2020\/201125.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>201125<br \/>\nI&#8217;m thankful for this frozen pizza<\/p>\n<p>I set the table &#8211; a grand display<br \/>\nThe wine is flowing &#8211; hors d&#8217;oeuvres all day<br \/>\nI have never seen so many sides<br \/>\nGreen bean casserole and sprouts besides<br \/>\nCandied yams, macaroni and cheese<br \/>\nPass the potatoes and gravy please<br \/>\nHot rolls and butter up the wazoo<br \/>\nI did not forget &#8211; cranberries too!<br \/>\nThis roast turkey is driving me cray<br \/>\nWith it&#8217;s intoxicating bouquet<br \/>\nStuffing with bacon, onion and rye<br \/>\nA whipped cream dollop on pumpkin pie<br \/>\nWhile pondering festive foods I crave<br \/>\nThe timer sounds on the microwave<br \/>\nAwakened from my autumnal trance<br \/>\nThese fanciful treats won&#8217;t cause expanse<br \/>\nI won&#8217;t endure tryptophan syndrome<br \/>\nMy Thanksgiving dream away from home<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"201125 I\\'m thankful for this frozen pizza I set the table - a grand display The wine is flowing - hors d\\'oeuvres all day I have never seen so many sides Green bean casserole and sprouts besides Candied yams, macaroni and cheese Pass the potatoes and gravy please Hot rolls and butter up the wazoo I did not forget - cranberries too! This roast turkey is driving me cray With it\\'s intoxicating bouquet Stuffing with bacon, onion and rye A whipped cream dollop on pumpkin pie While pondering festive foods I crave The timer sounds on the microwave Awakened from my autumnal trance These fanciful treats won\\'t cause expanse I won\\'t endure tryptophan syndrome My Thanksgiving dream away from home\", \"UK English Female\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>201125 I&#8217;m thankful for this frozen pizza I set the table &#8211; a grand display The wine is flowing &#8211; hors d&#8217;oeuvres all day I have never seen so many sides Green bean casserole and sprouts besides Candied yams, macaroni and cheese Pass the potatoes and gravy please Hot rolls and butter up the wazoo &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2020\/11\/25\/201125\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">201125<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[68,53,39,29,58],"class_list":["post-3777","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-drinking","tag-food","tag-holidays","tag-ireland","tag-wine"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3777"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3777"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3777\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3778,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3777\/revisions\/3778"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3777"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3777"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3777"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}