Oh Our Bellys
Thanksgiving is over and we ate until our belly's hurt.
Brother ate so much food he popped the buttons off his shirt.
Mom made the dressing Pa-Pa cooked the turkey.
Uncle said hey lets make some home made jerkey.
Sister served dessert's and glasses of ice-tea.
All our favorites for us to see.
The grandkids stood in line for cake,pudding and pie.
Dad rubbed his belly and so did I.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet
Wrote this after dinner.
Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet | Year Posted 2010
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