Thanksgiving is over and everyone has gone home.
We did the dishes, polished the counters and the chrome.
Everything is back to normal; the food explosion has settled.
I returned to the gym and 12 miles on the bike I peddled.
The fridge is full of leftovers in bowls or wrapped in foil.
I refuse to cook a thing today even if it’s water to boil.
They say the remaining turkeys on the farm are relieved.
They all know for another year at least they get a reprieve.
Of course, we’ll be eating turkey and stuffing for weeks to come.
So if you drop by I’ll be insisting that you be sure to have some.
I still have extra leaves in the dining room table to uninstall
Plus put the folding chairs back in the garage along the wall.
Thanksgiving is a lot of work, certainly more than just a bit.
And for a number of days afterwards your pants will never fit.
Meanwhile it’s Black Friday and everyone’s at the mall.
The crowds are huge and I hear traffic’s at a crawl.
But before you know it, it’ll be here to do all over again.
Will this annual madness ever go away…and if so, when?