THANKSGIVING NIGHT
‘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,
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 was off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floated into the sky
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.
But I managed to tell 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 and 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!
