A THANKSGIVING POEM

November 23, 2008

Twas the night of Thanksgiving, 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 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, 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.  May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plumb.  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.

                                    MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING BE BLESSED!!!

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