After Thanksgiving
From the book My Dog Likes to Disco
It’s after Thanksgiving.
I’m full as can be.
I haven’t got room left
for even a pea.
I probably gobbled
too much at our feast.
I’m straining in pain and
my waistline’s increased.
I’m utterly glutted.
My stomach is stuffed.
My belly is bulging.
My tummy is puffed.
I’m totally bloated.
I’m huffing and puffing.
I guess it’s not smart to eat
nothing but stuffing.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 2
Topics: Food Poems, Holiday Poems, Thanksgiving
Poetic Techniques: Assonance, Irony
From the book My Dog Likes to Disco
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