A Thanksgiving Poem

We have been reciting this poem at the end of our Thanksgiving feast since 2008. Enjoy — and enjoy even more with the mustards you’ll find in the fiendishly clever links.

“The Leftovers”

‘Twas the day after turkey
And all through the mansion
We gazed and we wondered
At our bellys’ expansion.

“So much to eat!
Our belts are too tight
But somehow we know
We’ll be hungry tonight.”

So what shall we do
With all of those yummies,
Crammed into the ice box,
Awaiting our tummies?

There’s dressing and drumsticks,
Potatoes and gravy.
There’s so much left over
We could feed the whole navy.

Green beans and muffins,
Salads and soups,
Our Tupperware™’s bulging
With all the food groups.

But how to prepare them,
These leftover dishes?
What can we use
To make them delicious?

Ketchup? Or mayo?
No — those would be yucky.
But we could use mustard —
Now that would be ducky!

There are so many flavors,
And so many styles,
You could line them all up,
They’d go on for miles.

There’s mustard with honey,
Mustard with beer,
Horseradish and garlic,
They all bring good cheer.

There’s cranberry mustard,
And mustard with cheeses,
With olives, with walnuts,
Each one of them pleases.

Hot peppers, black truffles,
Don’t be in a hurry,
There’s mustard with chocolate,
With dill, and with curry,

We know you’ll do fine,
That you can be trusted
To spice your leftovers
With dollops of MUSTARD.

Thank you for supporting America’s Favorite Condiment Museum and its Gourmet Gift Shop.

— Barry, Patti, and the Confidential Condiment Counselors

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