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
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 WAS PILING MORE FOOD UP ON A LARGE TRAY,
WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, THE FLOOR GAVE AWAY!
I CRASHED THROUGH THE BOARDS TOWARD THE BASEMENT
BELOW,
THROUGH A MOUTH STUFFED WITH PUDDING I CRIED OUT IN WOE.
BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I FELL OUT OF SIGHT,
HAPPY EATING TO ALL - ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT!
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.
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