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.