Turkey Dinner

The turkey was heaven 

The stuffing, sublime 

The gravy was lumpy 

But that’s not a crime 

The yams were, perhaps 

A bit sweet for my taste 

But I ate them all anyway 

Fearing the waste 

The rolls were o’er-baked 

Set the timer too late 

But only the outside edge 

Suffered such fate 

With Waldorf and cranberries 

Tipping the plate 

I ate and I ate and I ate and I ate 

Now all is a memory 

Safely preserved 

In the fridge and this ode 

The respect they deserve.

-Gail Cory-Betz Newport