A Feast for a Day:Thanksgiving Poem

when Americans gather together with those who are dear,

to celebrate the country's past,

and stuff one's face with food that is vast.

The turkey goes gobble-gobble, but Americans

go wobble wobble,

as we stuff our face with traditional

fare, without the guilt or wanting of care.

We eat sweet potatoes, and desserts galore,

then sit in a chair to watch football or snore.

The next day we eat more turkey and sigh.

Hey, who ate the last of the pie?