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:
If only it wasn't true!
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.)
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