Overcome with laughter, exclaims Phoebe,
“Joey! Those are my maternity pants!”
To which Joey almost so cheekily
Says, “Not now! These are my Thanksgiving pants!”

We be gobbling turkey in October
As is the Canadian tradition
Our neighbours must wait until November
Post-meal coma, our common condition

Time to give thanks for which we are grateful
Do what you can, and we always make do
Here’s to more mirth with each heaping plateful
Pass the cranberry sauce and gravy too

      So, let me at this bird, much gratitude
      Just remember, “Joey doesn’t share food!”