Thanksgiving with the Neighbors
Rendered farctate by turkey and gravy and dressing,
I overindulged, I am hereby confessing.
When they pressed more upon me, I didn’t demur.
I ate all the turkey that I could endure,
but then when they asked if I’d have a bit more,
although I was already stuffed to the core,
I said, “Maybe a little,” and with no compassion,
they piled on potatoes in an equal fashion.
More gravy, cranberries and more candied yam,
and lest they discriminate, a bit more ham.
So in that yearly paradox, they proceeded to stuff
first the turkey, then me, until I’d had enough.
And though I declared I was ready to burst,
when they brought out the pie, although I had rehearsed,
“None for me,” in my head, when they asked, “mince or peach?”
I’m embarrassed to say that I had one of each!
Then I lay on the floor and simply digested
as some guests told stories that other guests bested.
But since I had already been over-fested,
I admit my attention was under-invested.
I tried to moan silently, but fear I failed.
In the end, I complained and I groaned and I wailed.
Yet my friends showed no mercy, but proceeded to laugh
and inquire if I’d rather have caf or decaf!
Then they rolled me next door to my own waiting bed,
where I passed half the night feeling overly-fed.
But by the the next morning, I was ready for toast
some bacon and eggs and a lovely French roast.
And I was bemoaning when time came for lunch
that there were no leftovers on which to munch—
No turkey and stuffing. No leftover pie,
so I had to make do with carry-out Thai.
Prompt words today are compassion, paradox, demur and farctate.
SO relatable!
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Wow. That was fast…
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Haha! That must’ve been a tough meal. 😂
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Fictional but certainly based on past experience.
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Been there! 😛
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This kind of indulgence — I’m demurring to try it–
will certainly lead to the choice: die or diet.
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Ha. I think I’m spreading an infection, Christine. Good one.
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“farctate” Now that is one that stopped me~! Where I come from we just say “my belly is full and I can’t eat another bite~!”
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Must say it’s my first time using the word as well, Sam. I always groan when they throw those million-dollar words at us, then grit my teeth and accept the challenge.
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I had more to my comment but removed it, as it rhymes with several other words, not as nice~! Beautiful Friday in Texas~!
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And I’m glad you do too, Judy; being the one with the ‘million dollar words’ usually…. I like to think it stretches the mind and vocabulary a bit! 😉
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What a fun thanksgiving poem! Great use of the prompt too. Well done, Judy!
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Thanks, Mason. That first word nearly threw me!!
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Me too! They do like to find unusual ones from time to time to challenge us don’t they?
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Now I’m hungry again…
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Nice one! In notice that the meter is similar to “The Night Before Christmas”.
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You’re right! The mind just sort of falls into that cadence at this time of year, doesn’t it?
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Guess so.
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Made my day with this, Judy!😀
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Why do we do that to ourselves every year? I can’t wait! 😁
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Ha. Neither can I, but I’m going to take it easy this year. I’ve been dieting for just shy of 4 months and too hard to re-lose those lost lbs.
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You have a true gift for writing poetry! 🙂
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Thanks, Debbie. A gift for the absurd!
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Love this!
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