The Day After Thanksgiving It's the morning after Thanksgiving And I sit in my room with such pain I'm so stuffed and I feel miserable How many pounds could I've gained To climb out of bed will be a chore My gosh, I feel so bloated and fat It's going to take some great effort Did I really nibble on this and that Wasn't my table set with the finest And hadn't I planned a great spread The desserts all looked so tempting Now just how many had I actually fed Dressing and taters with a big turkey Had beckoned all to come and let's eat Land sakes, it sure was very filling But now I can't even see my own feet What makes a person eat so very much I asked myself as I recalled the day Hon, can you bring me some medicine Please hurry, is about all I can say Oh no, this is the day for the sales And here I am still in my old gown How can I afford to miss these deals Surely I can do this, as I do frown Moans and groans, I attempt to get up And realize a new plan I should try Promising tomorrow to exercise more As I pull on my sweats with a sigh Yes I must get myself in good shape For in a month we'll do it all again As a Christmas dinner will be served I know there is no way I can be thin Janie Moser © 11/23/07