On St. Stephen’s morning.

Surrounded now by presents galore

I couldn’t eat a morsel more

The weighing scales has broken down

Seems I’ve gained one hundred pounds.

Slouched prostrate now upon the couch

A filling of turkey in my pouch

To move my body would not be wise

I dare not think of exercise.

Silence now no Ho! Ho! Ho’s!

Tired of watching old game shows

Will I do it again next year

The answer now is crystal clear.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

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