Apple Cider - A Thanksgiving Rondeau

Once I slept until midday/ And let Thanksgiving slip away/ Because the night before I’d swim/ In tap beer at the Welcome Inn/ - Then stumble ‘cross the street to pray./ Now, if from my home I stray / The night before a holiday, / Tis to make certain we’ve brought in/ Sufficient apple cider./ My Tricia fills a dozen trays/ With vegetables and canapés / And bakes delicious cakes. – I’ve been/ So blessed that I can scarce begin/ To thank my love – so I just say,/ “We need more apple cider.”