The Pallet

The Pallet

It was Thanksgiving night many years ago,
with in-laws and cousins galore.
There wasn’t enough beds to go around that night,
so us boys had to sleep on the floor.

There was Rex and Ronnie, JJ and Johnny,
Lex and Harold and me.
We all bedded down on a pallet on the floor,
and that really was a sight to see.

Lex and Harold, and JJ were older,
so they slept on one end.
That left us smaller ones head to toe,
with Lex’s toe nails under my chin .

One blanket under, and a quilt for the cover,
and heads sticking out both ends.
There were some giggles and a lot of wiggles,
but no fighting, cause we was all kin.

The turkey was small so we’d ate a lot of beans,
And Beano hadn’t been invented yet.
So you can imagine what kept us laughing.
That’s a time I never will forget.

Only two casualties that memorable night,
Rex got a big toe poked in his eye,
And Ronnie woke up with a foot in his face,
so he bit it hard enough to make Harold cry.

Looking back now at those golden days,
when the world was not so corrupt.
All the fun we had with simple things,
It’s a shame you have to grow up.

P.N.