"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 gobble 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 manage 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.