Twas the night of Thanksgiving,
And 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.
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 celiing, floating into 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!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
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2 comments:
That's an adorable poem! Did you write that? TFS
heck no! I'm not that creative when it comes to writing!!
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