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Acid Fix

A poem by Beverly Stock.

We slave for hours o'er the heat

Just to brown the poultry meat

Feeding folks for whom we care

One ginormous holiday feast.


Do we do it for tradition?

Relatives we tend and feed

As a yearly obligation?

Or The Acid Fix we need?


Amino Acid Tryptophan

Yes, the good ole acid fix

Some fall asleep where they stand.

When turkey and relatives mix


Do we blame it all on Turkey?

No, we should not indeed

Cheddar Cheese has tryptophan

It’s equal gram for gram, agreed.


Essential amino acid

Melatonin's oldest friend

Tryptophan makes folks placid

Lots of food, so out of hand.


I say the answer lies in cots

Serve folks dinner where they lay

As long as they’re not fusspots

They can then eat then sleep then stay. Beverly Stock is a poet living in St. Louis, MO. She seduces her family and relatives into a “Thanksgiving Food Coma” yearly and is happy to do so.


Beverly Stock is an American poet living in St. Louis. She seduces her family and relatives into a “Thanksgiving Food Coma” yearly and is happy to do so. Her work has been published on ClassicalPoets.org, at theChainedMuse.com, and on the Webzine Lighten Up Online.

Acid Fix

© 2019 Beverly Stock


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