'TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING

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'TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING



'Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn't sleep,

I tried counting backward, I tried counting sheep.

The leftovers, they 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.



I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,

Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,

'Till 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.



HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING!




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