‘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!”
