The second in what I'm planning (read: hoping) will be a 12-part series, the Pumpkin Smasher Basher being the first. These Lesser Legends are a group of seasonal characters who live in the shadows of the Big Guys, like Santa and the Easter Bunny.
And, the poem to go with him:
Gobble, gobble, gobble On that first Thanksgiving day, when the Puritans and Indians did bow their heads to pray; One ungrateful fellow claimed he had nothing to be thankful for, Oh, turkey and gravy he did not like and even cornucopias were a bore.
Gobble, gobble, gobble This did not go over well, and either a witch or wise man cast a nasty spell; He grew a beak, could no longer speak and with feathers from his back, he was not forever hungry if only for a snack.
Gobble, gobble, gobble If it’s your next Thanksgiving meal, and your favorite course goes a missing, then the Gobbler’s made his steal; He lurks and hides in cupboards, or under the kitchen sink and hopes to make off with a little stolen food and drink.
Gobble, gobble, gobble So let this be a lesson to you and you best be thankful on Thankgiving, or the Gobbler will EAT YOU TOO!