I never saw a real cranberry,
And back then I understood How to open both ends of the can To scoop out for Thanksgiving, so good. 
When my folks took us out one year,
And the Greek restaurant served our dinner, Surprised I was to find whole sauce, Not can-shaped lines circling thinner. 
Ah, a challenge, now that's what I like,
And began seeing them in stores, Brought them home and cooked them, Sour! I'd rather eat s'mores. 
Time marched on its inevitable way,
Learned to add sugar, alone, Thought I was so smart just at this, But, no, still had to grow to atone.
Now it's cranberries, nuts and oranges,
Cranberry muffins so hot. Hardly remember those canned ones. Hardly, but never forgot. |
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