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.


Man Sleeping


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.


Man Eating


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!

~ Author Unknown ~



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