As Thanksgiving approaches, even with all of the 2020 baggage attached to it, I still have much to be thankful for. Among those things is the ongoing support of all of you who read the Weekly and Woodworker’s Journal. Thank you from all of us here.
And now it is my wish to reprise a poem that got a lot of praise the last time we published it. This is likely the best poem I have ever written, and I am well aware of all the implications of making that statement…
Oh tryptophan, oh tryptophan
I can’t believe how tired I am!
The juicy bird was cooked so well
That pounds of it within me dwell.
And thus my eyelids drooping down,
Only to open at the sound
Of offers of cake or pie
Which if I eat…I might just die.
But with that thought,
I choose to try
For such an end
I’d not deny.
Rob Johnstone, Woodworker’s Journal
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