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.

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 and 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!