to all of those celebrating Thanksgiving

[Guest guest]

A Thanksgiving Poem

 

'TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING, BUT I 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 - 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, YOUR TURKEY PLUMP,

 

MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP,

 

MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS And YOUR PIES TAKE A PRIZE,

 

MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS.

 

 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!