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 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,
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!”
~Author Unknown~