Now It Is Too Late
I felt great,
so I ate and ate and ate,
Now it is too late.
I am stuck in a chair and can't seem to catch any air,
My pants are tight and I don't feel so right,
The turkey is poking me in the ribs as the pumpkin pie squeezes in,
The dressing is fighting with the gravy when the cranberry sauce goes crazy.
I once felt great
but I ate and ate and ate,
Now it is to late.
By Cheryl Rahn