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Little Daddy’s Thanksgiving

Bart Edelman 23 Little Daddy’s Thanksgiving Little Daddy flies to Iraq To spend two-and-a-half hours With the unsung, beleaguered troops And serve them turkey and yams On this bright Thanksgiving Day. He poses for pictures galore And is as kind, generous, and gracious As he can possibly be. After all, there is much at stake— The war is on, for Chrissakes! A few hours later, in Crawford, Texas, Both Big Daddy and Barbara Push black-eyed peas back and forth, Awaiting their humble pumpkin pie And Little Daddy’s triumphant return, Eager to hear tall tales That resound with redemption And the promise of honor, Restoring their good names In these inhospitable times. Meanwhile, as Air Force One Streaks across the night sky, Little Daddy sleeps ever so deeply, Tuckered out from his afternoon’s work And the tryptophan that shoots Through his executive veins, Like a lovesick missile. This page intentionally left blank. ...