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.
May your Thanksgiving be blessed!!
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