For hours we’ve slaved over the hot stove

Stirring, chopping, boiling, baking, roasting

And now we’re sitting before which we strove

After the mixing, mincing, and toasting

A golden-brown turkey as our centerpiece

Souffle, casserole, and cornbread beside

Cranberry sauce the color dark cerise

Bountiful as the first thanksgiving tried

An animated banter emerges

Never stopping but to devour the food

And then on the conversation surges

Until our stomachs begin to protrude

And when the feast we ate is not a crumb

This time will be remembered years to come