Twas The Night Of 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 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,

Till 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!"

(Author unknown)