Thanksgiving: Tryptophanic Delight

Gravy will spatter, babies will blubber,
Toddlers will plaster their hair with the butter,
Turkeys so tender, fit to be carved
And tossed to the masses assembled, starved,
Grandpa will nod by the end of the meal
Then jump when the elbow from Grandma wheels,
Mountains of taters and stuffing will flow,
Bellies all ’round will grow, grow, grow.

Pastries and pies will add to the craze,
Burping and slurping continue unfazed,
Unfettered gobbling will finally peak,
A sudden a sleepiness fall on the feast,
Tables abandoned, couches claimed,
Children and elders alike feeling chains,
Tethers that tryptophan wields on the peeps,
Hypnotic aminos, now sleep, sleep, sleep.

Somewhere, undoubtedly, evil still looms,
But this day these thankful will revel, cocooned
In relative safety, relative peace,
Sated, elated, enjoying the feast,
Keenly, serenely aware they are guests
With “Let Thy gifts to us be blest”
Spoken in thanks, releasing the food…
Hearts have their fill, then snooze, snooze, snooze.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!