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 the 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 the 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!

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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.