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'TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING
'Twas the night of Thanksgiving; 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 that snack was infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
And gazed in 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 taters 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.
(author unknown)
'Twas the night of Thanksgiving; 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 that snack was infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
And gazed in 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 taters 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.
(author unknown)
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