Ready, Set, Feast

Gobble-gobble, pick-pick

We’ll eat until it makes us sick

When for dessert we have no room

With Pumpkin Pie we’ll meet our doom

Then to the couch we all do waddle

Stopping by the food to dawdle

We all sit down to watch the game

As I nod the others do the same

It’s tradition on this holiday

That we all chow down and eat this way

The nap’s expected we all know

But don’t sit by Mac ‘cuz you know he’ll blow

When we wake its time again to feed

As we slurp like hogs in festive greed

Then we all complain that we ate too much

As we continue to munch on chips and such

Too pained to sit with all the others

We choose to hang with sis and brothers

For our bodily sounds they’ve heard before

Plus we know to sit by the open door

As the nodding kicks back in again

We bid farewell to all our kin

But not before we stack a plate

To munch on later, after all we ate

And we take an extra piece of pie

With whipping cream piled up high

Because you know we never get enough

Of all that great Thanksgiving stuff

Sherry Gail Heim

November 20, 2004

Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2004