thanksgiving

A THANKSGIVING POEM

> 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
> THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.
>
> SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR
> AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.
> 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!!