Thanksgiving Temptations


Slower, and slower the clock ticks,
The arrival for family yet awaits,
The turkey's marvelous aroma rushes to my head,
All I can do is lick my lips,
As the family rolls in, we set our plates,
Boy, I can't wait to be fed.

Like a pride of lions, we gather around the table,
Impatiently waiting to guzzle down our prey,
The food that God blessed us,
Is like treasure in our plates,
We dig through the treasure,
Praising Lord for our blessings.

The turkey is from the heavens,
Flawlessly cooked for me,
Man, I take more than seconds.

A food coma hits me,
Like a train in the city,
After devouring a whole turkey,
Oh, pity.

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