'twas Thanksgiving Night After
'Twas Thanksgiving Night after
and all through the home
You could hear toilets flushing
as celebrants moaned
Too much turkey and stuffing
and pumpkin pie to boot
Poor folks no longer fit
in their birthday suits
What's that I hear
that knock at the door
'Tis the policeman come
to tally the score
I give him the grim news
as he writes down the numbers
Three dry heavers; five stomachs pumped &
~ ten blueberry pies consumed by the plumber
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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