T'was 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.
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.
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING BE BLESSED! !
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