by Cindy Walker Burton

It’s Thanksgiving and that can only mean

Avoiding the scale and busting a seam.

No more dieting, no more can’s or can’ts.

It’s time to put on your stretchy pants.

Dining with your relatives galore,

and then lordy – forty more!

Hungry uncles, hangry aunts,

Good thing you wore your stretchy pants.

Turkey basted to perfection with a massive veggie selection.

Cakes and cookies and homemade pies,

Stretchy pants, bulging eyes.

Eating everything in sight,

and then having one more bite.

Homemade mashies with extra gravy,

Stretchy pants: you’re my favey!

All you can eat, all day, all night.

Good mood food that tastes just right.

No restrictions, no eating light.

Stretchy pants are getting tight!

Giving thanks but eating lots,

Food is foremost in your thoughts.

“Pass the desserts!” you boldy shout.

Stretchy pants have busted out.

Now your pants cannot be buttoned.

Are you a certified Thanksgiving glutton?

Roasted turkey, ham with glaze.

Stretchy pants have seen better days.

The moral of the story is that stuffing’s for the bird.

So don’t stuff your body – that’s absurd!

Don’t overeat and you’ll thank me in advance.

Show a little mercy to your stretchy pants!

When Thanksgiving’s over and you won’t go near the scale,

Here’s some advice that will suit you well:

Give thanks, eat less, exercise more.

Next year keep your stretchy pants in the drawer!