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.
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
Unknown 'But Satisfied' Author
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