Night of Thanksgiving,

November 27, 2009 at 8:33 am | Posted in Lifescape | Leave a comment
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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 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 and gravy

Have nary a lump.

May your yams be delicious,
May your pies take the prize
And May your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off of your thighs!

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