A little rhyming courtesy of Susan Porter:
'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.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
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 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 of your thighs.
Hoping you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
