Turkey and beef steams in the front room, Bacon, pork all you can imagine on a paper plate folding in half, Porkers forking all four corners of the table with teeth, Feast in front, Find me in the back seat . No good condescenders defend and fence each other in a squeals squander,
Talking big business in bad fitness and bad Christmas's, Sause spills on the feasts prized monument stuffed pig with a wig, bloated belly that's toasted, The full feeding the full. Roast in the front, I'll be in the back row. Thanks but I'm not hungry.