Happy Thanksgiving!

T’was 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,

‘til 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 and gravy have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize,
and may your Thanksgiving dinner
stay off of your thighs!!!