The bird is now a pile of bones,
Potatoes and gravy all gone.
The meal of the year is over,
The one that's been cooking since dawn.

Football games have been won or lost,
The parades' last floats have passed on.
Nothing but reruns on tonight,
And cartoons from old days long gone.

But still we watch in placid glaze,
A soft calm has settled on all.
Who needs entertaining right now,
As Thanksgiving nighttime does fall?

We are stuffed and sated and full,
All gone are the cares of the day.
We drift in a euphoric haze,
As triptophan takes us away.