'Twas The Night Of Thanksgiving (a poem)

'Twas The Night Of Thanksgiving '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 Peas and carrots, beans and tomatoes. I felt myself swelling so plump and so round 'Till all of the 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 by 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 and your pies take the prize And most of all.... May your Thanksgiving Dinner stay off your thighs!

Very Cute, Once upon a time I use to eat that much, but not any more. Thank God. Marilyn, the Bearlady

That was TOO CUTE!!!! Elizabeth M