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 TURKEYAND 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 CRACKED 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 TURKEYBE PLUMP.
MAY YOUR POTATOES N'GRAVY

HAVE NARY A LUMP.
MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS,

MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE.
MAY YOUR THANKKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!

MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING BE BLESSED!

Hug, Sandy

Sandy, that's hilarious! Thanks for the belly laugh :D

Love, Lolly