Wednesday, November 22, 2006

A Thanksgiving poem...

'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 in 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 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.

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 and 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!

1 comment:

Karla said...

hope you had a good Thanksgiving!

Blessings,
Karla