It’s Thanksgiving
weekend and all through the house
Decorations are
everywhere thanks to my spouse
Turkeys and
pumpkins, some Halloween stuff too
A cornucopia of
clutter forever within my view
Family is forever,
and that’s what I fear
To get through
this weekend, is gonna take a lotta beer
Children running
and screaming, making all kinds of noise
Parents throwing
up their arms, figuring boys will be boys
Four or five
hours, turkey takes a long time to cook
Maybe those frozen
dinners deserve a second look
I’m hungry God
dammit, when can we eat
I want to dig in,
and fill my belly with meat
Mashed potatoes,
gravy, and don’t forget the stuffing
Am I really full
already, or is my stomach just bluffing?
I eat more
regardless, until I can’t move
Music is playing,
but I’m in no shape to groove
Is it hot in here
or is it just me, I’m starting to sweat
My poor stomach
aches, full of turkey and regret
The table is
cleared, turkey carcass waves goodbye
My mother-in-law
yells from the kitchen, "Who wants some pie!"
Of course I say “I
do”, fighting that feeling of doom
Thinking a burp
and a fart would sure help make some room
But we’re all
sitting at the table, alas I cannot do that
Just have to sit
here and moan, “Oh man, I feel fat!”
Still I am
thankful, and for that I can boast
It’s people, not
things, that matter the most
I’m a pretty lucky
guy, despite all my rants
Happy Thanksgiving
to all, put on your stretchy pants!
** Disclaimer:
This of course does not reflect in any way whatsoever the wonderful
family members that I will be visiting this weekend. Any resemblance to actual family members is purely
coincidental!
Oh I think many Canadians share similar feelings this weekend! Nice poem/post:)
ReplyDeletevery interesting, nice article..
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