Happy Thanksgiving

Friday Oct 02nd, 2020


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,

'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 plumped

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.

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