Thanksgiving Feast

Turkey has finished cooking
Someone sneaks a piece of skin
Carving knife carves slices
Until turkey cease to be whole
All gather around the food
Each takes a plate laden high
Of how much food for first serving
Huge table all sit down
A prayer is spoken with heads bow
Give thanks, to the blessing of food
Dig in until you reach for seconds
Then no more; stuff as can be
But, wait there is still dessert
Sigh, I guess one can still fit that in too

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