November has fallen across the land Thanksgiving Day is close at hand Relatives will roam in search of food And terrorize y’awl’s guest bathrooms And whosoever shall be found Without some victuals for chowing down Must stand and face the wrath of Krampus If their pantries ain't full in time for Christmas
The foulest stench is in the air The farts of forty thousand men With grizzly stools from every ass (Pardon me for being crass) And though you fight to stay alive Your body starts to rebel For no mere mortal can survive What emanates from all those bowels
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No*vem"ber (?), n. [L. November, or Novembris (sc. mensis), the ninth month of the old Roman year, which began with March, fr. novem nine: cf. F. Novembre. See Nine.]
The eleventh month of the year, containing thirty days.
© Webster 1913.
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