Thanksgiving Night Left Overs
It was Thanksgiving night, I couldn’t sleep,
The leftovers, deserts, horsd’ouevres beckoned,
I tossed and turned, I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep, I fought the temptation,
With all of my might, until long after midnight.
The thought of the left overs was an addiction,
I couldn't wait anymore, I jumped out of bed ran,
ran down to the kitchen, flung open the door,
I gazed in the fridge, it was full of goodies galore,
I gobbled up turkey, potatoes, beans and more.
I chomped on dressing, gobbled down a turkeys thigh,
The cramberries were dripping down my chin,
Staining my night gown, I devoured a pumpkin pie
Had a ham sandwich, gave my dog one as well,
Continuing on I ate a few grapes and yam as well. I felt myself swelling, so plump and so full
Until all of a sudden, I rose off the ground,
I crashed through the ceiling as I screeched,
“Pass, the cranberries, the lobsters too,"
My stomach was definitely letting me know.
It was Thanksgiving night, I couldn’t sleep,
The leftovers, deserts, horsd’ouevres beckoned,
I tossed and turned, I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep, I fought the temptation,
With all of my might, until long after midnight.
The thought of the left overs was an addiction,
I couldn't wait anymore, I jumped out of bed ran,
ran down to the kitchen, flung open the door,
I gazed in the fridge, it was full of goodies galore,
I gobbled up turkey, potatoes, beans and more.
I chomped on dressing, gobbled down a turkeys thigh,
The cramberries were dripping down my chin,
Staining my night gown, I devoured a pumpkin pie
Had a ham sandwich, gave my dog one as well,
Continuing on I ate a few grapes and yam as well. I felt myself swelling, so plump and so full
Until all of a sudden, I rose off the ground,
I crashed through the ceiling as I screeched,
“Pass, the cranberries, the lobsters too,"
My stomach was definitely letting me know.
When the stuffing is tasty, a gizzard is plump,
Potatoes and gravy have nary a lump,
Eat all the food I wanted on Thanksgiving,
But be sure to get rid of the left-overs,
Before going to bed.
AUTHOR KARL WALLACE
To read more Karl Wallace poems go to:
Karlwallaceblog.blogspot.com
Potatoes and gravy have nary a lump,
Eat all the food I wanted on Thanksgiving,
But be sure to get rid of the left-overs,
Before going to bed.
AUTHOR KARL WALLACE
To read more Karl Wallace poems go to:
Karlwallaceblog.blogspot.com
