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.

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.

 

 

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