Twas the eve of Thanksgiving
The salesmen at his desk
Trying to earn a living
But what do you suggest?
The offices are empty
The stores are closing down
He wishes sales aplenty
But no deals can be found
Alas, his family’s waiting
For his email and phone to quiet
They know he’s contemplating
Their wants so he can but it
What good is the next deal
If it keeps you from loved ones and turkey
You’ll live to sell tomorrow
More eating and less workey
