"Thanksgiving Night" 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 in 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, Until 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 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." Anonymous.
