A Thanksgiving Feast Fiasco Poem by April Humason

This Thanksgiving, I danced and played,
Huffing and puffing after being your stuffing.
With the turkey, I swayed,
But you got all jerky, calling me a ham while I jammed.

Maybe I got a bit trashed, doing the mashed potato,
Having fun and games, the laughter aglow.
Then came the surprise, a pumpkin pie took flight,
Smacked right in my face, oh what a sight!

Next came the Mac and cheese, flying through the air,
A bellyache followed, throwing cake, I declare.
This year, I'm thankful for personal space,
As I'm stuffed under these rolls, a comical embrace.