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!

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