Thanksgiving Poem

**SewCrafty** · 11-22-2002, 09:35 PM

"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 gobble 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 manage 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.

and most of all-

May your Thanksgiving be blessed!!