We All Arrived Here
(sung to the tune of "We Gather Together")
We all arrived here without any Hosannas
We basted, test-tasted our Thanksgiving fare
The wicked winds blowing, they’re called the Santa Anas
But we are all safe, and with nary a prayer.
Beside us to guide us, was Waze at our service
Through bad LA traffic it found the right way
The SIG alert gridlock, it sure made us nervous
Thanks to Google we are here drinking good chardonnay
Now all praise the potluck – it’s made without dairy
The gluten-free stuffing is sure to be grand.
A village it takes, not gods imaginary
We all deserve credit, cause nothing was canned.
© 2019 by Laura Foti Cohen
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