A Thanksgiving Poem
Twas the night of Thanksigiving, 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 plum and so round,
'till 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 your thighs.
MAY YOUR THANKSIGIVING BE BLESSED!!! LOVE YOU ALL!!
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