10 Thanksgiving Haikus

In my stomach hole I find a bottomless pit Yearning for fullness My hopes rise like rolls Yeasty and warming in the Oven of my heart Potatoes mashed Pumpkin pie cooling on rack No turning back now When the turkey sleeps May it rest well knowing it Upheld tradition Without good gravy What is the meaning of life And why even bother? You odd Frankenstein Such a cruel monstrosity Beastly Turducken To give thanks for what We are blessed with daily should Be a daily act The food coma is One path to enlightenment Buddha was fat, no? The dessert stomach Designed solely for sweet treats A gift and a curse Asleep on the couch Gravy dripping slowly from a smiling mouth

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