'Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn't sleep.
I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned -- the dark meat and white, But
I fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation,
The thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door And
gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
'Til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.
But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees
"Happy eating to all - Pass the cranberries, please!"
May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump;
May your potatoes 'n gravy have nary a lump;
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the
prize; May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your
thighs.
***ENJOY YOUR FAMILY & FRIENDS THIS THANKSGIVING***
