Dawn of Ink

"A Vegetarian at Thanksgiving"

By Elizza

 

My stomach rumbles

As the turkey cooks

It looks so good,

Oh! I can’t even look. 

 

I’m a vegetarian

Which I now kind of regret

I don’t belong at Thanksgiving

And yet….

 

I’m here now

And the turkey is my enemy.

A cruel fight will have to take place

Between me and my tummy

 

The cranberries are done

And the mashed potatoes soon follow

Brussel sprouts and gravy,

But there’s none I want to swallow

 

Only that brown turkey

I simply can’t resist 

It’s placed upon the table

And everyone begins to sit. 

 

They ask, “Would you like some?”

And I sadly shake my head

This happens so many times

Again and again and again.

 

Until I’m done saying no 

And my tummy takes the win

I finally ask for a piece

But guess what happens then?

 

My great old uncle wants some too

And he’s given the last of the turkey

And then what? It’s horrible-

There isn’t any left for me.

 

Dishes of cranberries

And mountains of stuffing

All of which is a bore

 

All I want 

All I could eat

Is that turkey -but there’s no more.

 

But then a sound from the kitchen 

And it’s pumpkin pie!

All my thoughts of turkey

Are right away put aside

 

I get the first piece

And the last

The pie is going 

Away so fast!

 

But when it’s gone, 

I am so full

And turkey is out of the question

 

I don’t need to worry

For next Thanksgiving

That time, I’ll have learned my lesson