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, 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.

May your Thanksgiving be blessed!!