{My aunt shared this with me and i just had to pass it along!}
"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 an 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.
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