A Thanksgiving Poem..

[Brett.davids]

Sadly, I can't take credit for this, except for my editing of the last line to make it FA compatible!

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,
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.

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 GROW YOUR BELLY AND THIGHS.