Drag your brother Bobby
from beneath his freaking bed.
He knows he has to greet them
if he plans on getting fed.
The relatives are coming
and we all know the drill
make sure you take your Pepto
and your special pill.
The first to soothe your stomach
the latter to calm your nerves
modern meds will help you
hug the pricks with verve.
All your hiding spots are banned
and Dad's padlocked the basement
you can't sneak out the windows
as he's nailed shut every casement.
So kindly sheath your butts
in your fancy hazmat gear
the screaming of the cuckoo
warns the creeps are nearly here.
And someone get outside
to un-boobytrap that gate
my hat's off to the genius
who used the ten as bait.
Your homemade mine would murder
a mere two or three at best
and leave you four enduring
feigned grief from all the rest.
Good try my little lovelies
I give credit when it's due
next time a plan is hatched
make sure none are left to mew.
A thousand smackeroos
to the kid who finds a way
to take them out in one fell swoop
and save Thanksgiving Day.
The relatives abound
all obnoxious and moronic
if only you were legal
I'd share my gin and tonic.



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