Thanksgiving Poem

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 '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

 Til the food in the fridge

 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 '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.

 May your Thanksgiving be blessed!!