According to my scale
Or the mysticism of a full moon
I over did the Thanksgiving meal.
Two too many heavy beers,
An ocean or sty of bacon wrapped scallops,
And plenty of the traditional fare,
Brought three pounds back to me
With an awful night of near no sleep.
The binge is good when it goes down
But as it settles, winding its way through,
I must say, “It’s not all that.”
Tonight is the first Xmas party,
The potential for gluttony on tap again,
Maybe this round I’ll appreciate
What was the most important part of Thanksgiving,
Being with family and friends.