Crutch and My Clutch, and Off to the Mall

I gobbled overmuch;
Now like a turkey I am stuffed.

Cram-fed with yams and such,
And pumpkin pie with cream home-fluffed,

To walk I need a crutch.
At least my healthy waistline’s buffed.

Well, it’s time to grab my clutch
Black Friday calls, and she is rough.

WordPress daily writing prompt (highlighted above).

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Author: Rhyme In Time

I write for a living. For no kind of living whatsoever, I also write poetry and study the Korean language. And I help raise a cat with my wife.

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