Happy 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.

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 from 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.

 

Happy Thanksgiving to all - bring on the turkey!