‘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 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, stuffing with gravy, green beans and tomatoes.
If 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 mouth full of pudding and a handful of pie.
But I managed to yell as I soared past the trees…
Happy eating to all–pass the alka seltzer please!