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,
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.
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!