It’s finally the 11th month of the year,
Which means Thanksgiving is almost here.
As the leaves fall and the weather gets colder,
I can’t wait to carve that turkey shoulder.
Green beans, potatoes, and honey-roasted hams,
Stuffing, pie, and casseroled yams.
These are the foods that make me go crazy—
Don’t forget to pass the gravy!
If I don’t come back after the break,
Don’t worry, because it’s not a mistake.
I didn’t leave and move to Oklahoma—
I’m just in a self-induced food coma.
Bob • Nov 17, 2025 at 8:08 pm
I want seconds of this poem!