Tryptophantastic
Their bodies are strewn about like the leaves that fall in autumn,
They act like they’ve never done this before like no one’s ever taught ‘em.
There was a massacre at this house and it was moderation that was killed,
Excessive consumption rules the day in which giving thanks is filled.
They’re going to get up and move around just as soon as they can,
As soon as they can build the strength to snatch more pie from the pan.
The air is filled with gasps and snores as the TV plays the game,
They’ve all done this to themselves but the turkey gets the blame.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
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