Friday, November 25, 2016

OP373-375. Thanksgiving Aftermath

Forgive me Lord, though I have sinned
For I ate too much, then I broke wind
And if that makes you cranky
Just spank me, don't thank me
Though under my blanky, I grinned!

This feast gave me physical power
As I hiccupped and burped for an hour
Then suddenly - vomit!
Shot out like a comet
I dropped the F-bomb, it was dour.

You can dress me, but can't take me out
I'll embarrass you badly, no doubt
I would stay home if only
You weren't so lonely
So go ahead, phone me, don't pout!

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