Twas the Night before Thanksgiving

Twas the night before Thanksgiving Poem

Twas the night before Thanksgiving poem

Twas the night before Thanksgiving and in my sleep,
Strange dreams in my mind, began to creep

Thanksgiving 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 to the kitchen I did race, 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 and save some left overs for me!

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