The banquet draws familiar mix
Of those who come to dine
And most are counted ROM
(That’s “relatives of mine.”)
A few I haven’t seen before;
Their FOR debut
(That’s “friends of relatives,” of course)
’Cause they’re invited, too.
And interrupt their fun? I’ll not!
So PTT and P’s
I text to one who carves the bird
(That’s “pass the turkey, please.”)