> A THANKSGIVING POEM
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> 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,
> '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 '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.
>
> MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING BE BLESSED!!
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