Leave Room for Pudding

Chester was hiding quietly in the bread basket out of sight
Everyone was finishing their Christmas dinner he had to time this right
The table was piled high with so many culinary delights
Hopping with excitement he had never seen such a sight

As soon as they left, he scampered past the crackers
Running past party hats his little feet went like the clappers
Tasting gravy and trimmings he sampled each delicious plate
Such a feast this was there was no time to wait

He nibbled handfuls of salad from a bowl decorated with holly
After devouring some juicy sprouts, he then spotted the broccoli
His fluffy bum then accidently pushed over a glass of red claret
In his utter excitement to get to the honey glazed carrots

He let couldn’t help but let out a “week-week” of screeches
For there was a plate stacked high of juicy ripe peaches
After guzzling the delicious fruit, he eyed the grand prize
It was a Christmas pudding that made his eyes grow wide

His mouth filled with deliciously plump fruits and spices
He signed with pleasure each bite so sweet and nice
His belly stretched contentedly from all he was devouring
But he always knew to leave a bit of room for pudding

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