Stuffed
Of course I didn’t quit,
Although my appetite was snuffed.
I had to sample everything
Until my gut was stuffed.
The hostess said she’d made a lot –
We knew she wasn’t bluffing –
For there was such variety
Beyond the bird and stuffing.
Since every dish was yummy,
Just one bite was not enough;
And so into our eager mouths
That food we had to stuff.
Today there is a price to pay –
My stomach’s looking puffed;
But on Thanksgiving Day, I can’t
Prevent becoming stuffed!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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