Twas The Night Of Thanksgiving

'Twas the night of Thanksgiving, 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 that snack was 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 taters and 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.