A Poem About Stuffing Myself
Younger cousins scream, and play
They're apparently unaffected
By the meal that was perfect
Down from my plate and into my throat
But now my stomach continues to bloat
My taste buds are cheering
But my stomach silently cries
As it was filled with one too many pies
This was the first year that I did not eat way too much food.
ReplyDeleteI really like your poem. nice use of words.
ReplyDeleteI like the poem. My brother always eats too much on thanksgiving and lays in the couch for like a week.
ReplyDeleteSounds like fun? I like your poem, I can see you getting overstuffed.
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