Here's my limerick, I don't think I'll win it -
I've a brain but there ain't too much in it.
I'm possessed, if you please,
With "Egg timer's" disease.
I forget everything in a minute.
Oh, here's one that I can remember.
On Thanksgiving Jule's can dismember,
The turkey for us,
Now don't make a fuss,
There's enough to go round this November.
You can share out the thighs and the breast,
Add some Cranberry sauce for some zest.
But the piece I will own,
Is the bit with the bone
To wish you my Thanksgiving best.
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