T'was Thanksgiving eve
And here in Madrid
A girl sat in her kitchen
And stared into her fridge
She worried and fretted
Grimaced and sighed
Chugged OJ from the bottle
Sat down and cried
She reasoned and rathered
But no conclusion came
There was no other option
Than give into her shame
And in that weak moment
The great deed was done
She gobbled it down
And the chocolate was gone
T'was a whole bar
Family size, to be sure
It's a damnable craving
Only such lengths can cure
She roamed out to the street
Doubled over with ache
The pleasurable pain
She just could not shake
Drunk with her folly
Silly with crime
She welcomed this holiday
For the 24th time.
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