11/27/2025
Twas the night before Thanksgiving,
And all through the town,
The fog rolled in softly,
As the sun settled down.
The parks lay there empty,
The fields cold and bare,
But tomorrow they’d bustle
With people everywhere.
Trotters would race,
Parades would begin,
And someone would panic
When nature kicked in.
So before folks awoke,
Quiet trucks rolled in place,
Dropping lifesaving potties
All over the space.
No medals, no praise,
Yet the mission was clear —
They protect Thanksgiving joy…
One flushless unit per rear. 🚚🚽
Happy Thanksgiving!
