Something... and Half of Something

The stuffing was spicy.
The turkey was plump.
In those instant potatoes
We found not one lump.

The creamed corn was delish.
The yams were so sweet.
The ham was quite tasty.
Cranberries, a treat.

The biscuits were perfect.
The gravy just so.
The meal was a triumph,
A feast, don’t you know.

Two pies topped it all off,
One lemon meringue.
One pumpkin with whipped cream
Was quite just the thing.

We all drank fresh coffee
And loosened our pants
Our stomachs the size of
A bull elephant’s.

We all swore to never
Eat that much again.
We’re all starting diets
To lose at least ten.

Tomorrow it’s oatmeal
For breakfast, we vow.
“And salads for lunch,”
We all say, at least now.

But I see that turkey
Sliced up so precise
Just waiting for mayo
On white bread, how nice!

The dark meat all stripped off
The carcass, now cold,
To be baked in a pasta
And cheese casserole.

For days I’ll be eating
From leftover store
‘Til I can’t look a yam
In the face any more.

But four weeks from today
There will be a repeat
Of that exact same meal
And we’ll all overeat.