'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 in 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 felt myself swelling
So plump and so round,
'Till 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 pas the trees,
Happy eating to all,
Pass the cranberries please.
May your stuffing be tasty,
may your turkey be plump;
May your potatoes and 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!
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