1 Sonnet #1

Ah, the joys of Thanksgiving turkey roast.

Mashed potatoes in the pot, buttered gold

Fruit pies with whipped cream, calories untold.

Cups filled with rootbeer, ready for a toast.

People all gathered together to boast

Of delicacies for their taste buds bold,

Sumptuous gourmet dishes to behold,

And a basted Butterball turkey most.

Oh, the gluttony of the holidays!

People too full to move after their meal

Indulging in that ready-to-burst feel.

Looking at dessert, no one does it faze.

For oft’ it is written, and oft’ it is known

That man cannot live by salad alone.