Eating Left Overs on a Thanksgiving
Night
It was Thanksgiving night, I just
couldn’t sleep
The leftovers, deserts, and 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 half past
midnight.
The thought of the left overs was
an addiction,
l couldn't wait anymore, I jumped out of bed ran, I 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 cranberries were dripping down my chin, Staining my night gown, I didn’t
care, I didn’t stop 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 plump,
Potatoes and gravy have nary a lump, Eat all the food
I could on Thanksgiving day.
Moral: get rid of any left-overs before going to bed.
DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.
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