'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 DELIGHTFUL ANTICIPATION,
MY THOUGHTS OF A SNACK
BECAME INFATUATION.
SO I RACED TO THE KITCHEN,
FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR,
AND GAZED AT A 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,
FLOATED INTO THE SKY,
WITH A MOUTHFUL OF STUFFING
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,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER
STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS.
(Note: BJ is celebrating today, along with his fellow U.S. feline friends.
He just luvs turkey.)
3 comments:
Too late! I think I just added 3 pounds to each thigh and another 3-4 pounds on each cheek!
Not bad, for an Internet poem. ;-)
this particular friend finds the funniest things and sends them along...gotta luv it...
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