A Thanksgiving Poem

Today is the day when we gather together
And digest as much as we can.
We eat way too much and we drink even more
With our friends and our family clan.

We celebrate something of pilgrims and Indians
Sharing their meat and their bread,
Taking a break from gathering harvest and
Beating each other till dead.

But mostly we gorge ourselves over and over
On everything we see before us,
Like turkey, potatoes, and stuffing and gravy;
A greasy, masticating chorus.

So I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving today;
May you eat till your stomach is puffed.
Inhale all you can of the food that you see.
In short, I wish you’d get stuffed.

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