It’s what they do in church innit!
Our Father in the larder
Give us our daily bread.
But thanks for what? For what we got?
For shredded wheat, for shoes on feet?
For rain or sun I understand
For life itself – the master plan;
For making babies, yeah that’s fun
So thank you God – a job well done
And let’s say thanks to birds and bees
And loyal dogs who always please
But as for cats, I’ll pass on that
And definitely, NO thanks to fleas.
And last of all, a big thanks to Mum
For all and everything she done
And finally my thanks to Dad –
I never really said that before,
But now I have I’m glad!
6 thoughts on “Giving thanks”
I liked this poem. Being thankful is always fruitful. The kind people who raised us. They like to know you appreciate them. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Thanks, PG! 😀
I’ve done my best to adjust your spacing and stanzas
If you’re unhappy let me know and I’ll re-edit it back to your original
I’m no expert, but it seems to read easier now?
Thanks Soutie – it was all done in rather a rush!
Thanks, PG. Just back from the Land of the Free, and will be in a fit state to judge poems tomorrow.
Just seen Osborne’s Autumn statement. I agree, the UK is a very fit state! 😄