Like cranberry produce
Squished inside rigid cans,
I cannot say no, cannot refuse
My mother's intrusive plans.
A party at the Finnish Embassy
For me to go dance alone
But mom insists on driving
So I've got nervous bones.
I peevishly decline her request
Without one ounce of tact.
Now I've got this parental mess
Thanksgiving, I got to change my act.
Dedicated to Christina