An Ode To Thanksgiving
It Was 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.
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 Your Belly and Thighs.
