> > > A THANKSGIVING POEM > > > > > > TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING, 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!! > > > > > > > > > > > >