The Devil’s invited to dinner for this Thanksgiving Day,
His p.r.’s bad, and that’s so sad; He usually stays away,
But this year, since the guests are few, from COVID’s quarantine,
The Devil is allowed to come because the guest list’s lean.
Usually, there’re a lot of guests, and everyone’s so gay,
Because the food is so darn good on every blessed tray.
The food is savoury and cooked; it’s perfect fare,
But this year things are changed around; The Devil doesn’t care.
For, unbeknownst to everyone, The Devil’s always there,
He’s back within the kitchen walls, cooking with a flair,
For cooking is his passion; He loves to flame the meat,
And offer everyone some food, so they’ll have lots to eat.
And, this year when The Devil is sitting with His Dad,
Watching Jesus and the angels eating, He’ll be glad,
That, because of this virus, He’ll get a seat there too,
Having been invited to join the blessed few.
The moral of this story may sometime come in view,
To show the outcast of the lot may cook for me and you,
So, when you make your dinner list, in good times and bad,
Be sure to invite the head cook, an insane, gruesome lad.