T’was 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 snackbecame 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 yellAs I soared past the treesHappy eating to all,Pass the cranberries, please!!May your stuffing be tastyMay your turkey be plump.May your potatoes and gravyHave nary a lump.May your yams be delicious,May your pies take the prizeAnd May your Thanksgiving dinnerStay off of your thighs!by Lauren
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