'Twas The Night Of Thanksgiving

Joined Nov 10, 2001
'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.

May your stuffing be tasty, your turkey be plump. Yourpotatoes 'n gravy have nary a lump. May your yams be delicious, your pies take the prize. May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs.
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