Friday, November 25, 2011

Convalescence

The family has convened;
The carcass has been cleaned.
The Bard must convalesce
Because, he must confess,
To eating past excess.

He plans to hibernate
Until the added weight
In which he is encased,
About his massive waist,
Has been at last erased.

Although the Bard is deep
Into his twilight sleep,
His lovely wife predicts
A rapid three-day fix,  
And Sunday football picks.

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