Gluttony
Thanksgiving meal has come,
A big feast for the tum,
But not so good for the waist.
Each eager guest hovers,
Hungry, turkey lovers
Cannot wait for that first taste.
Each child and each duffer,
Tomorrow will suffer
That to the table they raced.
Some folks lose their reason
In holiday season.
They pig out until disgraced.
For Dr. Mehta's contest
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