A Thanksgiving Rhyme

'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 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 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!

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

(taken from an email sent to me by a friend)