The following ran in this morning's "Annie's Mailbox," Daily Breeze. The author is unknown.
Twas the Night of Thanksgiving
'Twas the night of Thanksgiving,
but I just couldn't sleep.
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep
The left-overs 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 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!
Indeed -- happy eating to all.
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