The turkey? Delicious, upon the first day.
The second day? Good, in it's own special way.
The third time re-heating went somewhat awry.
The fourth? "Foiled again?' I heard the bird cry.
There wasn't a fifth time. We gave up the fight.
And that was the best time with pizza all night.
Now, left-over pizza is what it's about.
I promise tomorrow I'll throw it all out.
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