I Ate Too Much
I ate too much turkey,
I ate too much corn,
I ate too much pudding and pie,
I'm stuffed up with muffins
And much too much stuffin'
I'm probably going to die.
I piled up my plate
And I ate and I ate,
But I wish I had known when to stop.
For I'm so crammed with yams
Sauces, gravies, and jams
That my buttons are starting to pop.
I'm full of tomatoes
And French fried potatoes,
My stomach is swollen and sore.
But there's still some dessert,
So I guess it won't hurt
If I eat just a little bit more.
by Jack Prelutsky
Visit this site, Ambleside Online, for some great Thanksgiving Day poetry. I plan on having a nice recital on our special day with friends!
Child, wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend
- I love the Lord as much as a broken person can; love and loved by my husband; blessed by 5 amazing little people who have helped me to learn much about me; grateful to serve even more as God gives them to me; blessed every day to be a home school teacher; college student; I hope to change the world by loving as many people as possible, because there is nothing greater than loving another.