Twas the night of Thanksgiving I just couldn't sleep,
I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.
The food beckoned - the dark meat and white,
but I fought the temptations with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation, the thought of a snack was 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 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 'tater 'n gravy have narry a lump.
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize,
may your holiday dinner stay off of your thighs.
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