Happy Thanksgiving (Belated but Sincere)

T'was 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.

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 in to 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 and gravy

have nary a lump.

May your yams be delicious,

May your pies take the prize.

And may your Thanksgiving dinner

Stay off of your thighs !!