Twas the night of Thanksgiving

[Guest guest]

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 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!

WISHING YOU ALL A HAPPY THANKSGIVING.

Be a coffee-drinking individual -

espresso yourself!

~Sugar