Thanksgiving in the U.S.A.

One of my US friends sent me this, so I am passing on to all of my US readers. Have a great holiday!

'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.)