For Benjamin Bartley's Souper Suessy Poetry Contest
The Who’s were all gathered one Thanksgiving day. Their little brains pondered what games they might play. They’d already feasted so royally that they couldn’t stand up from the place where they sat. They’d hobgoblin-gobbled their fish with no break when they pigged out on pork and a juicy beast steak. On Yorkshire pudding so puffy and yummy they soaked up their gravy and filled up their tummy. They tore into trifle. Someone blew a raspberry! Toffee pudding so sticky made each Who so merry. They guzzled mulled wine - those Who over-eaters. Oh how they guzzled those big wine-filled liters. They’d wanted to think up fun games, but each Who, by the time they stopped feasting, could not a thing do! Their tooting and pooting turned into their game, and I’m thankful no Who in that room lit a flame!
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