Oh tryptophan, Oh Tryptophan,
Oh why? Oh, why didn’t I eat the ham?
Now here I drool, upon an old foot stool
My nose being tickled by cat hair.
The in-laws expect us at five
I’m so darn sleepy, this doesn’t jive.
The game is on, but seen by no one
A mass of zombies sprawl on the couch.
Undid my pants button, this never happens with mutton
Now I know why it’s a dirty bird
Uncle Walt lay there, his head is bare
A gray toupee lay in Aunt Marge’s lap
Cousin Sam’s not here though he ate with cheer
He’s in the bathroom …reading a map
We had candied yams, and pecan pie
We ate so much someone really might die
Get me Rolaids please
And some Pepto too
When Sam is done I’m a-goin’ too.