Twas' the Night of Thanksgiving

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.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

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