Twas the night of Thanksgiving, and I just couldn't sleep
so 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 great anticipation,
the thought of a snack became a huge infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
and gazed at the fridge, filled with goodies galore'.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
then pickles and carrots, and 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, and floated 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 our pies take the prize
May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs.
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