Gratitude Poem by Ogden Nash
(This may not be the title but was the best the internet could do.)
(you've got to rhyme "Los Angeles" with "tarantulas")
When Thanksgiving comes twice, who walks proud
As that grateful optimist Mr. McCloud?
Things you and I would greatly deplore,
McCloud found ways to be grateful for.
This was his conscientious attitude:
Double Thanksgiving, double gratitude.
Whatever happened no matter how hateful,
McCloud found excuses for being grateful.
To be grateful, he really strained his wits.
Had he hiccups, he was grateful it wasn’t the fits.
Had he hives, he was grateful it wasn’t the measles.
Had he mice, he was grateful it wasn’t weasels.
Had he roaches, he was grateful it wasn’t tarantulas.
Did his wife go to San Francisco?
He was glad it wasn’t Los Angeles.
Mrs. McCloud, on the other hand
Was always complaining to beat the band.
If she had the mumps, she found it no tonic
To be told to be grateful it wasn’t Bubonic.
If the cook walked out, she would scream like a mink,
Instead of being grateful she still had a sink.
So, she tired of her husband’s cheery note
And stuffed a [silver] tea tray down his throat.
And he remarked from the floor where they found him reclining.
I’m just a McCloud with a silver lining.
and for those of you who do not remember what "Double Thanksgiving" was, it happened in 1939 when there were 5 Thursdays in the month and caused quite an uproar. Here's a link from the FDR Library to explain http://docs.fdrlibrary.marist.edu/thanksg.html
