Monday, November 26, 2007

Stuffing the Turkey

By C.L. Beck
© 2007


I ate and ate until I thought
My buttons all would pop.
I gobbled up the turkey
Not considering when to stop.

I scarfed down mashed potatoes,
With gravy, yams and rolls,
And wondered why, when I looked down,
I couldn’t see my toes.

I polished off the stuffing
And a cranberry or two,
Then noticed that my stomach felt
Like it had caught the flu.

It seemed like maybe time to quit
Before I up and died—
But that was just before someone
Brought out the pumpkin pies.

2 comments:

Ronda Hinrichsen said...

If only it wasn't true!

C. L. Beck said...

Ronda,
I'm a little late at getting to your comment and hope you will forgive my tardiness.

As for the poem--don't we just love the Thanksgiving feast? (I'm just grateful we live in such a prosperous nation and can have a feast.)