Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie)

“I’m Stuffed; I ate too Much!”

I’m stuffed, not with cotton batting; it’s not food.

Had the family over, and we had tons of great food.

I had my fill of ham and turkey; stuffing and such.

Now my tummy is full, I may need a crutch.

Dad made the turkey; Mom made the ham.

My sister brought the green bean casserole and damn.

Aunt Jane made her favorite fruit salad dish

It was so scrumptious and so very delicious.

Uncle George brought the bottled wine, of course.

He got so drunk he forgot he didn’t ride his horse.

Then Dad, he burned the rolls, made the oven too hot.

It makes me wonder if that was Mom’s Thanksgiving plot.

Off to the garbage the putrid burnt rolls went.

The window had to be opened for the kitchen to vent.

We had cherry and apple pies–mincemeat too.

Ice cream and Cool Whip pie toppings; hullabaloo.

Then came burps and belches, saying dinner was good.

If I could use my cozy recliner, I’d take a nap if I could.

Clean up time. My tummy is full like a stuffed little pig.

Got everything cleaned up, doing a jig.

My night is over. Everyone left for home.

My tummy and I can now groan and moan.

That we had enough yummy food to eat,

Thanksgiving is always a special treat!

As for everyone who brought delicious food.

They left it for me to eat when I’m in the mood.

But right now, I’m just too full to move.

As I’m royally stuffed, and out of groove.