The Pre-Winter Construct Cup

Leftovers

Leftovers held over like hangovers
Everyone had deserted the premises
I was rooted to the spot
Gobsmacked by the view
I poured myself a stiff drink
Cold Turkey, strong and potent.
I opened the window to clear the air
I didn't care that my cheeks turned beet red
Or that my nose a shade of cranberry.
I pulled the gloves onto my hands
And squashed them into the carcass
Ready to gobble up any stray morsel
That had been leftover by the gluttonous relations
That called themselves
My family.

15 lines.

Prompt for November 24 ▶︎

Subject or Theme: Leftovers
Word(s) to Include: Leftovers. And at least three foods but not actually referring to food at a dinner. He was a total turkey while at our house is fine But we had turkey is not. (or any derivatives of these words)

Forbidden Word(s):No specific foods unless being used as above.
Additional Parameters: Rhyming or not. Min 12 lines.
Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description.

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