Our tradition, silly, yummy and lame-
we perform annually just the same.
Our ears and bellies full,
our cups all overflowing,
spilling out as it were,
endless, lest we forget-
we will eat again.
Forgive us for our acceptance
of more, when we need less.
We will answer the temptations
with cranberry jubilee,
high on sparkly,
giddy in our gluttony.
For ours is a land of adopted fables
and on this one we fill our dining tables.
With dopey peopled sated smiles,
a quiet table with mouths stuffed,
corked and gorging, all thankfully mute
knowing nothing more need be said
except perhaps, Please pass the bread.
Image By Steffano Francis Webb [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, circa 1915.
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