The Thanksgiving feast was a severely tempting array

Plates piled high in a well arranged display

Golden turkey was the savory sight

Roast potatoes screamed their crunchy delight

Lumberjack sized planks of honey baked ham

Pour on some gravy just because you know you can

Gravy rivers winding aimlessly through the mountainous spread

Oh look there is more whispers a fake hungry voice in your head

Green bean casserole with water chestnuts ever so crispy

Broccoli drowned in melted cheese looks ever so risky

Cranberry sweetness better than a lover’s tangy kiss

Stuffing indulgence impossible to dismiss

All washed down with gallons of Beaujolais Nouveau

A kings feast served up in your very own family chateau

After a long digesting pause its time to attack the dessert

Your anesthetized stomach is unaware that this will eventually hurt

Apple pie with an oversized scoop of vanilla ice cream

Your never to be forgotten exploding sugary bomb dream

Belly surrenders to the inevitable food coma

In a few hours you awake to that familiar reheating leftovers aroma