The sauerkraut story, in a poetic form of my own invention (as far as I know) (a poem)

What I did at the Xmas party… ‘Kevin, would you like some sauerkraut?’ I used to hear this every holiday— Thanksgiving and Xmas, twice a year except for the occasional Xmas we’d spend in California And every holiday— Thanksgiving and Xmas, twice a year except for the occasional Xmas we’d spend in California I’d decline, [...]