stuffed

I've got turkey
coming out of my ears.
I look at my neck.
there's a new wobble to it.
I pinch my
sides and feel the stuffing
bulging.
my shirt is
stained with gravy
and cranberry sauce.
if I never see a pumpkin
pie again,
I think as I spray
whipped cream into the tin,
i'll be happy.
at least until next year.