Every year the family threw a feast for one and all
It was always on Thanksgiving so they named it Thanksgiving Ball
Soon something so very odd began to happen
Each year several new people would appear
No one could account for any of them
Were they all from the Big Rock Candy Mountain
They clapped their hands they clapped their hands they clapped their hands
And they did sing together Oooh Eeeh Aaah
What is it about this Ball that attracts the strangers
For whom no one can account?
My name is Larry Trasciatti I live in Long Beach New York, am sixty two years old and have been writing poetry for around the past five years .
You can read more of my writing at EASTELMHURST.A.GO.GO