A Thanksgiving Poem

Twas the night of Thanksgiving,
But I 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, and 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,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs!!!

Praying everyone has a wonderful and blessed Thanksgiving!!!!