Supper is coming fast;
All await Thanksgiving repast.
Bake it up till it's tender, friends.

Some of my guests are aghast,
Seeing what's seared by the gas.
Baked it up till it's tender, friends.

Stare through the pane again,
The oven's window. Barks
They swear, the refrain, again,
And then their mood turns dark,
Remembering my pet
Trying to fetch balls that got lost.

Ate some pup with some Asian friends;
Supper they served: "best in class."
It was a delicious repast. . .
Tasted pup--vegan, ne'er again.

The timer bell rings, then
Spring to open the oven.
Bake the pup till it's tender, friends.

It's on the plate--dig in!
Some try it on a lark.
One jokes: "It tastes like chicken."
He loves the meat that's dark.

They're ingesting my pet,
Yes, their hesitation is lost.
"Great!" A thumbs-up for man's best friend.

Supper is going fast;
This Dachshund they're digging en masse.
Slaked on pup, their bellies distend.

So when you turn on the gas
For your Thanksgiving repast--
Baking pup: new November trend.