Can someone write a Sensory Poem about thanksgiving. I'll be giving 30 poitnts.

At the table we sit, The stuffing is tasty
The turkey is plump
The potatoes and gravy have nary plump
Eating vegetables? What a joke. Give them to the healthy folk
Here comes grandma with the roles like heaven in my nose, sweet potato, sweet potato, touch my desert plate get a fork in your eye.

Winston opens the door fearfully, assuming that the Thought Police have arrived to arrest him for writing in the diary. However, it is only Mrs. Parsons, a neighbor in his apartment building, needing help with the plumbing while her husband is away. In Mrs. Parsons’s apartment, Winston is tormented by the fervent Parsons children, who, being Junior Spies, accuse him of thoughtcrime. The Junior Spies is an organization of children who monitor adults for disloyalty to the Party, and frequently succeed in catching them—Mrs. Parsons herself seems afraid of her zealous children. The children are very agitated because their mother won’t let them go to a public hanging of some of the Party’s political enemies in the park that evening. Back in his apartment, Winston remembers a dream in which a man’s voice—O’Brien’s, he thinks—said to him, “We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.” Winston writes in his diary that his thoughtcrime makes him a dead man, then he hides the book.